People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Piksher Taker Wannabe / Sticks and Stones

Around here, dirt is scarce.  And life is tenuous.

You still have to be tough, but at water's edge you can scratch out a life.

I love the narrow strip of lushness that defines the border of hell.

I'm not the only one.

Desolation is but a few steps away.

A convergence of life and death. Live or die.  I choose life.

Succulent life.


Shannon said...

NICE. We do scratch out lives in the desert, don't we?

SCOTTtheBADGER said...

That is the nice thing about being here in The Land of the Badgers, if there is one thing we have, it's plant life. Gadzooks, but this place is green! And we have too many stupid deer.

Stephen said...

Stupid deer wrapped in bacon and slow smoked are good deer.

bluesun said...

Are you really gone?