Colors

I think this trip is about colors. This is what I keep noticing, all the fabulous colors of each place. Tonight it was the vivid aching colors of a lurid Arizona sunset over the desert, hot pink, pale white and pale pink, baby blue, violet, black, pale greenish-yellow of the cacti and bushes. Behind me, the periwinkle and slight pink of the east over the darkening brush.

In northern Colorado it was the dark green of the evergreens, bright bright yellow of the aspens, the same tone as the bright green of other trees. Beige of the rocks and bright blue of the sky. White white of the clouds.

New Mexico had the piercing blue sky again and the wonderful red of the rocks, mesas, cliff sides.

My favorite area was along the New Mexico/Colorado border, right near Chromo (English majors can appreciate). This morning we met a man on his honeymoon who had lived in Chromo in the 70's building HUD houses for Indians (believe me, there's no there there). See what I mean? Colors.

But also about sounds, of birds, squirrels, bugling elks, loud cars sounding like space shuttles from a distance on the reservation, fish jumping, trees blowing in the wind, a buzzing insect hitting my hat. Mountain Chill music in Ouray, CO. Classical music on Blue Lake. Native American peaceful music here. Sounds.