Observations (in the raw)
It is Labor Day and I sit on the porch watching the desert turn yellow. It is a desert version of Fall, I suppose. A small, round bush blooms yellow this time of year, along with various sunflowers and daisy species, until everywhere you look is a hint of yellow. And it is this time of year when living gets easier, for just a while. The worst of the heat is over. The flies and other pests are starting to wane with the cooler nights. It is easier.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...