When the Door Closes

My secret life as a poet, writer, photographer…


death valley national park

Death Valley National Park
Death Valley National Park


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Once, I thought the desert barren,
a lifeless, stagnant place
of no particular beauty or worth,
but as the years roll by,
and I, too, approach a desert
solely mine,
I find, to my delight, an oasis
of bittersweet contradictions:
life in constant motion,
whose sandy floor bears footprints
just as easily erased
as they were stamped on my soul
by eager visitors.

Posted for NaPoWriMo
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E – Earth, Is That You?

Devil's Golf Course, Death Valley NP

I love deserts. The sand dunes and cactus. Searing heat and the maybe mirages. I dare not visit in the summer, when boiling is balmy, but reserve my sojourns in the winter where the bitter cold is blunted by a brisk climb. Oh, the reward of such a hike upon sitting atop an outcrop! A hundred square miles of Martian terrain revealed while gobbling a chocolate chip cookie. My visits are short, unfortunately. But just enough. A little getaway to another world far removed.


Posted for the A-Z Challenge: E and NaPoWriMo and inspired by a visit to Death Valley National Park (the picture is of The Devil’s Golf Course).
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History Corralled

Only tourists now
where once workers teemed like ants.
History corralled.


Inspired by a visit to the Harmony Borax Works in Furnace Creek, Death Valley
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Towering Mountains

Monoliths tower
but even mountains crumble.
One grain at a time.

Even Mountains Crumble


**Look very closely at the top photograph (towards the middle)…that’s right, it’s a photographer and his subject making use of the colorful backdrop that is Artists Palette. Talk about towering mountains! 🙂

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