Sego Canyon Strange scrawled images, haunting, drawn in red ochre – stark, smooth walls, higher than a human’s reach. A quick lizard awaits the end of day’s heat, hidden beneath peckings of ghostly humans, spiraling snakes and big horned sheep. A tender green vine curls like a fetus into water washed red rock.
In the skirmish of modern life, where even the gray and wrinkled stare quizzically down at their hands, thumbing through their “e”mails on “i”Phones, it is rare to find souls who walk with eyes ahead, hearts open and minds alert. Rarer still are those who share themselves without contrivance or ego. So, it was serendipitous […]folk music