Kat Graham’s Reviews > The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky > Status Update

“But I am stuck. Stuck in between. Stuck in turquoise, the color of yearning, the color that borrows the concentric tension of green and holds blue’s enchanting calm.”

Writers write because they can’t shut up

To end the war over western lands, perhaps all of us should sit down at the dining room table like a family, minding our manners. do not allow anyone to make personal attacks or smirk at the tofu. have everyone hand extract their own stigmas. hire a few mothers to glare down outburst of self-centered myopia or rampant greed. serve pie. Who on earth could be mean over pie?

She’s just like me fr. Horny about everything.
Including plants???

This book is so profound in its stories that I forget how they’re all related until it clicks

“Perhaps to know so familiar a place better it must become strange again.”

“At least in the front country, solitude no longer comes without fear, a fear that severs Sierra woman from the emerald river, impale curves of water, smooth granite that hold us to the breath of the mountains”
“The true heart of a place does not come in a weeks vacation. To know it well, as Mary Austin wrote, one must ‘wait its occasions’”