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San Pedro River from Cascabel
12.10.05
The bluffs on the San Pedro rise more than 500 feet from river bottom.
Is is quiet? Is it desolate?
From the riverbed, the silence can be tangible, it is a presence in its absence. Joseph Krutch described the desert air as "lambent with light", and so the purity of isolation makes itself known. A quiet so profound that the dry leaves of the ancient cottonwoods seem loud as they spin and click in a mild breeze. At night, coyote symphonies, with domestic canine counterpoint...sighs from the cottonwoods, rustles from the mesquite. A pump kicks in somewhere off in the neighborhood. No highway whine, no sirens, no humming glow from concrete cities...just stars, and wind. A shooting star? The rising Milky Way.
Here, 40 air miles from Tucson, there are next to no commercial overflights. The skybowl, some 100 miles in diameter is often free of contrails. The jet's engine is rarely heard, off in the very far distance the drone of a random Border Patrol fixed wing, once in rare while an air show from a training flight of F-15s, the ballet of trio of A-10's from the Air Force base.
Soon, winds of winter may blow for a few loud days of windsong...Wagnerian gusts moving roofs and tumbleweeds. Perhaps in 7 months or so the summer monsoon will bring the awesome thunderstorms that can fill this dry channel and turn it into a chocolate maelstrom. Ear deafening noise, lightning in a beautiful blinding fury, and then...birdsong, sun, and stillness.
The distinctions are the key. A 100 mile view of the valley, and a stillife from the riverbed.
Desolation...no, its kinder traveling companion, solitude.
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