Another long walk to the end of the world this morning. The rolling red sandstone lumps/hills (as I found out several days ago) end with a several hundred feet drop-off. Breathtaking.
And I actually get vertigo if I get too close to an edge like this, so I dropped to my belly and wriggled up to it. Worth it for the shot and memory.
Growing up, my parents took us every Easter to see the sunrise. I’m not religious, but here and there through the years I’ve tried to do it. I find it such a lovely way to start a day, and it has often baffled me: how many sunrises do I actually see, let alone sit down and watch? I’ve had entire YEARS go by without doing so ONCE.
Anyhow, EVERY day this past month I’ve walked out into te desert to see the sunrise (two exceptions, once so i could get ready for an early hike elsewhere, and the other because I was feeling unwell), preceeding a day full of work. I almost didn’t go this Easter morning because being contrary often amuses me, but I went anyways. My only remaining wish being that I had a bucket full of waxy chocolate bunnies to round out the morning.
Phew! Got internet before the day ended. Sometimes this working from the desert gets trickey. 🙂
I did a painting of the desert here. A small canyon I walk to most mornings when I walk to see the sunrise.
Thursday was just another normal day. Get up, breakfast, walk into the desert and see the sunrise, come back, draw/paint, read, sleep. Good times.
I’ve gotten into the groove of “hut in the desert” life. Get up before sunrise, make breakfast and coffee, walk an hour during sunrise, work for about 12 hours, read, and sleep.
I could get used to this. 🙂
