Brush

10 Oct 2007

I'm not sure why, but I love Death Valley. Something about the barren in-hospitable desert climate strikes a chord in me (analyse that as you will). So when I die, if I get a say in what happens to my empty body, I want to be scattered there. Whether it's from the top of Dante's Peak to blow about on the valley winds or down at Badwater to mix with the millenia old fossils and minerals, I don't really care - I'll be dead and gone.

This is another shot from Dante's Peak as it happens. Just some scrub brush eking out a life 5,475 feet up.

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