Walking out with Wally from my cabin in the red rocks on the 13th February, 2018, a little snow decorating the ground, the winds unusually high, the clouds rolling in. It’s possible I’ve never enjoyed any climate, any landscape, any land, quite as much as I did the desert oasis of Sedona 🏜🌵🐺 and walkies with Wally clearly had me shouting nonsense at the wind. Apologies, quiet, beautiful nature for all the disturbance that was the over-excited me; I promise to return softly ✨ #redrocks #sedona #walieswithwally
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet.
Thank you, Jeff for the incredible photo 🌑
