Lately my head has been in the heavens with the moon, the
stars, distant planets and streaming meteors. A couple of weeks ago, I was
persuaded to re-visit Kelso Dunes where my focus is very often closer and much,
much lower. It took me a while to find my way.
At first, I was visually disappointed. Yeah, yeah, big dune; fewer sinuous curves and more grassy sprouts. I’d
rather visit Panamint Dunes or even Mesquite. But Vaughn and I walked out a
ways in the wintry morning light and there it was - the appeal of Kelso
It’s the grass. All twists and arches and ribbons. What fun!
I'm an angelino of a certain age. Here's what I do:
hike the local mountains,
travel when I can,
make photographs at home and out there,
cook for one often and for crowds sometimes,
read cookbooks and fiction,
listen to radio and podcasts,
I love storytelling or more precisely story-listening. I am [p]retired from the law biz, and thinking about how to make some dollars out of hiking and photography. Let me know if you have any good ideas, won't you?