River Walk

Deep within the Mojave riverbed basin, there is a wild community among the sweet-smelling willows, heart leafed cottonwoods, browning native plants and yellow mustard that is a temporary respite. The call of the mourning dove, the friendly chatter of the quail and the dusty aroma of desert mixed with the wet boggy earth of the riverbed transports me back to simpler days of childhood. Shifting fractured light within the trees and on the surface of the water elicit illusionary fragments of memory. This fantastical place of wonder creates infinite possibilities that mirror a childlike freedom.

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