Like A Sleepy Golden Storm

Although Love dwells in gorgeous apartments and sumptious palaces more willingly than in miserable and desolate cottages, it cannot be denied that Love sometimes causes its power to be felt in the gloomy recesses of forests, among the most bleak and rugged mountains, and in the dreary caves of a desert.
--Giovanni Boccaccio
(1313--1375)




tent in rain,
outside Cremation Canyon
(top)

flowers in rock wall,
Slate Canyon
(below)