The desert is a place where I can walk, deep in contemplation, and be deafened by the surrounding silence. The desert is indeed a maker of mood, a maker of memories; the desert is a place of light, and a place of shadow. The desert is a symphony and a cacophony, both at the same time.
ÒThis land rewards stillness, says a National Geographic author; ÒThe faster the eye is moving, the fewer things it will seeÉÓ
Shifting light, lengthening shadows and rising heat shimmers create new vistas; cast their scraggly like shadows in contrast to the grey-white granite and shifting yellow sands. What is obvious before is not seen an hour later. Time causes new things to appear. Scintillating wavy lines confuse the