We spent a day in Bodie, California, a silver-mining ghost town in the middle of the high desert in northern California off Hwy. 395. It’s a photographer’s paradise, a state park, and a place with a very interesting history. The dry air keeps it preserved – as preserved as it can be – and the drive out is lonely.
Ever since I can remember, a big pleasure in life is to look at clouds as they drift above. Here, in California, where I live, clouds are rare, and thus to be savored even more. They come with the rain – sometimes fluffy cumulus towering above the mountains – sometimes thin cirrus drifting at high altitudes.
I like lying on my back in the middle of the weeds, looking up at the sky. Clouds change shapes. Birds fly by. Insects hum. All alone.
Santa Fe, NM. August 2013.
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