Come clean, what landscape do you love?
Have you ever gone somewhere, and upon departure, realized that you were leaving cleaner than when you came? Have you ever felt like you had your soul scoured out by sun and wind? That the elements were stripping you of your pre-disposed human-ness?
That you were honestly communing with the Divine? An encompasingly holy, sacred, cathedral of place? Have you ever discovered the raw, barren, lonely alive all around you? Have you ever seen a landscape, and upon return, realized that you were seeing it again for the first time?




