Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument
Have you ever heard a raven’s wings flapping?
It sounds like sprinklers watering grass at night or
Distant helicopters or
The wind through slot canyons or
Maybe it just sounds like raven wings.
I’m painting my behind off in the Beehive State
Where the bees are rabid, wanting to
Taste you and your paints and chemicals,
Where the Aquarius Plateau shines ultramarine daily,
Where roads like Old Sheffield Road, Hole-in-the-Rock Road, Burr Trail, and thousands more lead to uncountable numbers of perfect views and rocks and trees,
Where ravens remind you that our pathetic machinery will never be as awesome as the sound of their wings flapping or
The castles and arches and bridges of sandstone or
The coyote howls or
The feel of the cool early autumn wind on summer’s last burning day or
The rivers and streams winding through canyon and plateau country or
The ponderosa pines pondering or
…..
Our machinery, mocking nature, is nothing awesome.
09/21/2014 Escalante, Utah
Artist On The Road 