Friday September 16 2011
Nothing. For miles around.
No cows, no cats.
No humans, no horses.
No deer, no donkey.
No noise, no life - nothing for miles around.
Solitariness.
But look again:
...at the Owyhee skies and clouds - a presence sculpting a shifting personality onto the mountains.
... a watching vulture, part of a rock until I get too close; then a brief silhouette.
... a wild mustang stallion pile, marking his territory.
...obsidian flakes, an old rock corral - traces of the past.
Listen harder:
...quail, canyon wren, the sigh of the breeze, wafting down over the Owyhees, whooshing down the Owyhee front, passing over me on its way to the Snake River.
For miles around - just me and Owyhee.
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