Every now and again my job brings me through Wyoming. As I said in a previous pen scratching post, stationary, inanimate objects are easy and rewarding to hammer out with some free time. My sketching is the Moleskine equivalent of drawing on a napkin or, perhaps, on a high quality sheet of toilet paper (such as acid-free, archival toilet paper, which I am making up but is probably a thing).
The landscapes of the high desert are monotonous to the cynical observer but will yield plenty of discoveries for the those who cast a second glance.
Green River rests in the southwest region of the Equality State, where sage, rolling hills, alkali and weathered rock edifices mix. There is a quiet uniqueness found in this region. The landscapes of the high desert are monotonous to the cynical observer but will yield plenty of discoveries for the those who cast a second glance. Traveling through this country, the hours which pass while driving in a car are nothing to the weeks and months it took in a wagon pulled by oxen on the old emigrant trails.
While our pioneering predecessors were much more agrarian than we generally are today, I’m sure they still paused at times to take in the beauty found in the land upon which they slowly but steadily traveled. Yes, I’m sure they took in the beauty, sighed, and prepared to throw out of the wagon what remaining heavy belongings they had which may have encumbered their beasts of burden on the next steep hill.