Status Updates From Desert Solitaire: A Season ...

“Cowboys and Indians disappear, dying off or transforming themselves by tortuous degrees into something quite different. The originals are nearly gone and will soon be lost forever in the overwhelming crowd. Legendary enemies, their ghosts ride away together - buddies at last - into the mythic sunset of the West.”

arsenic filled pools of water…. screaming spadefoot toads, the sinister glamour of quicksand, rust brown flash floods

DAMN GOOD VISUALS URRGGHHH

"For myself I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. (Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cut-worm to the potted plant!)"