“Looking out over the pure sweep of seamless desert, it surprises me to realize that the easy landscapes stifle me — closed walls of forests, ceilings of boughs, neat trimmed lawns and ruffled curtains of trees hiding the soft horizons. I prefer the absences and the big empties, where the wind ricochets off the mountain flanks. I prefer the crystalline dryness and an unadulterated sky strewn horizon to horizon with stars. I prefer the raw edges and the unfinished hems of the desert landscape.
“Desert is where I want to be when there are no more questions to ask.”
— Ann Zwinger, Nature writer, Wellesley alumna
I love this quote from Ann Zwinger, but I can’t go along with it all the way. There are ALWAYS more questions to ask. For instance, no sooner are we here in our new home in the Pioneer Valley then we are off again: to the desert, to Arizona. Why?
Well, back in the snowy wastes of December we realized that we were delusional about selling our house, that no one would would buy anything until May and the very beginning of the Berkshire “season”. So it would be a good idea to schedule a trip to the sunshine for April, right? Wrong.
In February “the” buyers came along. The ones who loved our house and only our house, and who bought it with just one string attached: we had to be out and into someplace else within 5 1/2 weeks. Ouch! But buyers being scarcer than hen’s teeth, we did it, and here we are. However, since the Arizona trip was already bought and paid for, it’s also here we were, and here we’ll be again, but not for a month.
Fortunately the desert is immensely photogenic, and I have plenty of April photos from 2010, plus whatever beckons to my camera this time, so I plan to stay connected and hope y’all will travel out west with me to the sand and the saguaros, and the desert in bloom. And all the new questions —-