Journal Entry- August 28th, 2011 Fallon, NV

Describing the drive across the Nevada emptiness – something you feel more than think. The comparative busyness of Arizona with its big highways and changeable scenery starts to fade east of Vegas. The bones of the land rise stealthily, underground stone serpents slithering just out of reach of your notice. The shadows become more blue, the sage and scrub brush more pervasive. There are no more trees, as if their entire race was obliterated here. Wait, no, a lonely pair of young cottonwoods have been planted as the wilting guards on either side of the burnt gash of a road leading to the blood-reds and pus-yellows of yet another strip mine. The earth bleeds and cries freely here and there is nothing and no one to comfort her. When there is an end-time, it will mirror this and we can say we saw the portents. Clouds stay high above the flatland, streaming down from a mile overhead, sometimes the rain reaches the ground to be blown violently across the road and fill the washes. The old-timer at the Hard Luck Store in Mina called these “gullywashers.” “We don’t want it to rain too much, not now,” he responded to my “But isn’t this nice?” His bleary blue eyes rolled over me to glare out at the thin freshly-washed strip of blacktop.

The smell of the rain is the smell of the dusty breath of the sagebrush, held for months in anticipation of this brief half-assed blessing. The colors and the light are like nowhere else. It’s as if, in death, the land deserves this heavenly illumination. As if the sky feels sorry for the stones it exposed, and drenches them in forgiving saturated color. If there is a place for the hills to have eyes, it is here. You can feel them on you all the time. You just hope the engine keeps running, and the air conditioner doesn’t give up.

4 p.m.

We just got invited toΒ  a shotgun wedding in the park. She’s about 9 months along, 16 or 17 at the most. I say hell yeah!

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Author: AR

Writer, photographer, traveler, general life-liver.

4 thoughts on “Journal Entry- August 28th, 2011 Fallon, NV”

    1. πŸ™‚ Just driving through. The wedding was just as you might expect it to be. Everyone wore jeans and it was in a public park on the most beautiful day in August.

      P.S. You inspired me to do a picture a day! Starting today. – A

    1. Don’t even go there silly. I do work with words for a living so if my writing was shitty I would be the one who needs to be embarrassed. Thanks though πŸ™‚

      Your blog is fun, and I get to stay in touch with you since you aren’t a Facebooker. Oh god, the poop though. Lol.

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