Apr 15 2009
Dreaming of a Week in Paradise
Paradise? A quiet island with great snorkeling just beyond the isolated beach. At least that is one of my versions.
Another is a remote cabin — or even a trailer parked at the end of a dirt road. In what I sleep doesn’t matter all that much when it comes to dreams of paradise. The cabin/trailer is on the edge of a big patch of wild nature. Preferable semi-arid. I hate soggy. And with mountains and canyons. But not too big. Plenty of birds. And an entire week to just wander, binoculars in one hand, camera in the other.
Spring doldrums have got me dreaming.
I took the above pic, by the way, on a trip to New Mexico (northern) . . . three years ago? Too long ago.
