SALVATION MOUNTAIN

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FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

SALVATION MOUNTAIN

9 May 2018

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Here are some of the small wonders we came across
in this strange land…

🌻🌻🌻

a small, friendly tabby cat, who was intent on accompanying us around.

a soft glow, as the sun appeared over the painted mountain.

pockets of silence, in the morning, when nobody else was around.

a surreal dreamscape of paint and colour!

an array of divine messages, written out in technicolour,
and painted onto old junkyard cars.

”God is Love”

small signs placed at random, telling us to
“follow the yellow brick road”…

JOSHUA TREE

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HOT DAYS, STARRY NIGHTS

JOSHUA TREE NATIONAL PARK

7 May 2018

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12:00 noon…

It was hot. So hot it was almost unbearable. With no shade in sight, we sat in the car, making lunch and watching the flies swim through the windows. The car next to us had turned into a rusty black oven. The pasta water boiled in an instant, and evaporated from the dusty sidewalk just as quickly.

small wonders of the day:
halos of light caught around everything, and watching Ollie play the dare-devil with a stick, poking the dangerous jumping cholla cacti.

9:00 pm…

After lunch we retired from the sun, and waited till nightfall to return to the desert. The sunset was purple, then inky jet black, bruised and spotted. I waited for the stars, wondering what animals move in the darkness here. I must admit I was nervous about the scorpions.

small wonders of the night:
an owl on the wing, a silent darkness swooping between the stars…

ROAD TO NOWHERE

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A POSTCARD

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

sometime around the beginning of May

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To: You, dear heart.

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Hello darling! We are writing to you from the middle of Nowhere. It is very dusty out here, I think half the desert is in my hair. There are many notable sites - rusty little villages and fields full of Saguaro cacti, many of them taller than my second-story bedroom window. I walked up to one the other day, just to compare our heights, and found myself startled by a small bird that flew from it’s cleverly hidden nest inside the cactus plant.

We spend most of our time driving through these no-man’s lands, dancing to the beat of our own drum.

Sending you so much love from the road…

Zoe (and Ollie too).

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