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.
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.
...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.