Moved by the poetics of place. The blessings of distance and time. Flowing from our lips and pens and markers newly-configured notions : from the tips of experienced brushes explosive, engaging expressions.
Early wake-ups, hiking Sabino Canyon. 5:58 a.m. A liter of water and handfuls of lightly-salted peanuts : a chorus of coyotes.
On not-so-familiar-trails tapering up, down.
And all around.