My first few weeks in the desert are filled with awe. The sand and the rocks fascinate me. But after a time my eyes get thirsty for colour. They strain for a drink of slicker yellow, blood red or cobalt blue. The town of Yuma also thirsts for a splash of colour. Buildings blend with the wind blown dunes. Even my camera is bored with brown architecture. She refuses to expose her eye to the colour drought of the city.
But suddenly......SUDDENLY! In the middle of nowhere I come across a colourful relief. The desert artist has become impatient with choices on her palette. With miraculous mauve motions her brush creates mounds of happy desert flowers. An involuntary sigh and again my eyes are satisfied, they rest in relief and my camera opens to expose their beauty to her inner eye.
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