"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Water in the desert, eight days til Christmas

Desert dreams, watercolor card
I've learned to love the desert, growing up in New Mexico. You're very aware of how fragile life is, of how much life adapts to survive, of the value of water, of a landscape where history and geology are open books--things you forget where there is lots of green and moisture. Only desert dwellers appreciate water and life so much.
 It tells you something about Jesus and where he was raised that he would say
"but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life."  --(John 4-14)
The land is raw and eternally changing and beautiful, and scarce water becomes even more beautiful. Those who adapt are also often raw and beautiful and survive and use the earth, whether adobe from the earth, or springs, or acequias or lessons learned from the ancients. 
In cold winters the only colors are the whites and blues of the snow, the earthen tones of the bones of the land and adobe, and the deep blues of the sky and the rare water.

1 comment:

  1. I think the prettiest site I'll ever see is snow on adobe buildings and you have captured what is in my mind's eye.

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