~Sense of Place~

May 17, 2012


     Tumalo State Park; lugged myself up a hill to a
scrabble of rocks to watch the sunset behind a sky of the Three Sisters Mountain range. Thinking of when I feel the need to grasp a moment . Wanting to rush ahead of it, or disect and find out what it could mean. More and more times, I’m calmed surrounded by the stark naked hard beauty of these deserts and wood. It’s become more “real” to be surrounded by wilderness, then my old realities of society. I feel home.

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