Just when you get to talkin' about the utility of your work, the uselessness of words makes itself known unto you.
I spent the better part of last week at Bryce Canyon in Utah. Sometimes you just need to put the proverbial pen down and go see something magestic.
Canyons do magestic pretty well; and they do it all without a single word.
Besides, this gave me an opportunity to take yet another photo of myself Reading Poetry to Animals and Things that Don't Care.
In this case, I'm reading poems to the vermilion hoodoos (the Paiute thought these were folks who had been turned into stone). I just hope it wasn't some epic poems about western expansion that turned them into unfeeling columns of hardness.
Seriously, hoodoos have been here for millions of years and they've heard it all. Their indifference is sobering.
