Thirsty for landscape

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Now, on to Joshua Tree and why I haven’t quite gotten around to watching the movie, In the Mood for Love yet.

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Joshua Tree, California is a place with nothing but landscape. It gives away landscape for free. It’s a door prize, it’s zucchini in August. And yet I can’t imagine tiring of it either. It’s all that dust, maybe. It feeds you landscape and makes you thirsty for more.

This past week, I kept going back to a campground with one short nature trail called “Indian Cove.” It’s apart from the main bulk of the park, it has a separate entrance.

It feels especially wild.

These photos are from that area.

“…the bittersweet truth about a vacation is that it must, by definition, come to an end,” I read somewhat prophetically on the last day of my vacation in the Hotel Movie Club’s companion Substack.

HOTEL MOVIE CLUB: IN THE WOODS

I recommend the Hotel Movie Club. Who doesn’t want to watch a weekly classic movie and simultaneous commentary by anonymous wits one-upping each other?

I didn’t, as it turned out. At least, not for a little while.

I wanted to sit among the witless rocks and let their witlessness steal over me like a cool, crisp sheet.

Now I’m back in the saddle, as it were, hoping to gather my wits once more. I’m looking forward to watching In the Mood for Love on my own. I’ve never seen it before. What gorgeous clothes.

I want to start stringing together the words, I want to start telling you about this place. My friend Anne, who I visited in Joshua Tree, is having her first art opening in New York at the end of the month. My first thought was, “but what will I *wear*?!?” Gorgeous clothes, I guess.

Before all that, though, let me tell you about the quiet, the hardness, the rocks. How empty it could be. How peaceful.

I hope you can take a minute — maybe only a few seconds — and take a breath, and think of a place you’ve loved that was nothing, nothing at all, but landscape, as far as the eye could see.

Wishing you a wanderful week.