Blooming Ocotillo

“Were you and I to drive the plains together, and the day turned out to be a good one, we might not say much. We might get out of the truck at a  crossroads, stretch, walk a little ways, and then walk back. Maybe the lark  would sing. Maybe we would stand for a while, all views to the horizon, all  roads interesting. We might find there a balance of form and openness, even of community and freedom. It would be the world as we had hoped, and we would recognize it together.”

- Robert Adams