Adroit. Melding the exacting image for the sounds within. What is this landscape? Where is it? By the ocean? In some hardscrabble back country? The scale is hard to determine. Is it 20 ft. high or 200? The wild is scarred or adorned with graffiti. So someone took the risk of traversing the jagged cliffs. But for what? Just like the songs of love she recorded narrating and navigating its undulations. Jeffrey Foucault who is married to Ms. Delmhorst took the photo. I don’t really want to know where it is located. Scraggy trees. Beat up rocks that ask why. The alive furvor. A tempest that could explode or just hold placid. The mystery surrounding this spot probably helps. But from the variety of scrawlings on stone it may be a place in a town that everybody knows about. A active tradition where a return is made to record the recent action going on with the humans.
In the always risky wild.
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