Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.
— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea
The magic moment, beautifully captured, Kenne.
Thanks. We didn’t do 7 fall today because of high water at some of the crossings, did Phoneline in stead — you.
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A Sonoran Desert sunrise from five years ago. — kenne