Friday, February 19, 2021

landscape and memory

 "One November dawn, long before the sun rose, I began a vigil at the Dumont Dunes in the Mojave Desert in California, which I kept until a few minutes after the sun broke the horizon. During that time I named to myself the colors by which the sky changed and by which the sand itself flowed like a rising tide through grays and silvers and blues into yellows, pinks, washed duns, and fallow beiges.


 It is through the power of observation, the gifts of eye and ear, of tongue and nose and finger, that a place first rises up in our mind, afterward it is memory that carries the place, that allows it to grow in depth and complexity. For as long as our records go back, we have held these two things dear, landscape and memory."

 The American Geographies

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Barry Lopez

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