Land of Little Rain

Land of Little Rain, originally uploaded by MontanaRaven.

This is the nature of that country. There are hills, rounded, blunt, burned, squeezed up out of chaos, chrome and vermilion painted, aspiring to the snow-line. Between the hills lie high level-looking plains full of intolerable sun glare, or narrow valleys drowned in a blue haze. The hill surface is streaked with ash drift and black, unweathered lava flows. After rains water accumulates in the hollows of small closed valleys, and, evaporating, leaves hard dry levels of pure desertness that get the local name of dry lakes. Where the mountains are steep and the rains heavy, the pool is never quite dry, but dark and bitter ...
-- Mary Austin excerpt from "Land of Little Rain"


Endment said...


maureen said...

thanks, endment. glad you like this one. I probably made at least 20 versions before I said to myself, "ok, that's it"

Jean said...

"L'oeil était dans la tombe
Et regardait Cain . "

L'oeil de la Conscience .
L'oeil qui voit la Vérité !