One Way Only . . .

Going back to work after over three weeks away is sort of like heading into the deepest depths of Death Valley in August, where these photos were taken; a bone dry labyrinth where slow death by dehydration leading to disorientation and delusional dawdling in a morass of mirages is a distinct possibility. (Just kidding !) And speaking of rambling around in the desert, there is one person I know of who enjoys such activity immensely, and also not too far back posted about Death Valley. If you have a minute drop by and say "Hi" to Amy at Of Heliotropes and Silver Strings . . .
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In some odd places there are still traces of mines . . . I'd love to go crawl around in some of those holes . . . is that a Freudian thing ??? Trying to get back into the belly of Mother Earth ?
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And as with many things in life, there is only one way to proceed . . . which is forward. Going back is rarely and option, if not impossible. Only one way across this desolate moonscape . . . If my memory serves me well this was not far from an area in Death Valley called Zabriski Point, which if you recall is also the title of a film for which some of the music was done by none other than . . . you guessed it, The Grateful Dead.
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