In Nevada, Nature is held in a sort of stasis: little grows or moves: there is not the tumbling profusion of life one finds in wetter climates.
But the stillness here is constant and resounding–echo of some inhumanely large, climactic chord.
August 22nd, 2005 Comments Off
In Nevada, Nature is held in a sort of stasis: little grows or moves: there is not the tumbling profusion of life one finds in wetter climates.
But the stillness here is constant and resounding–echo of some inhumanely large, climactic chord.