Heading west until I came to the canyon,
I remember I didn't get here
A year ago. I was going to meet Kathleen here,
once more at this place before
she died.
Now in this place of timeless spirits
We were again together.
Having been called here,
I stayed long enough to reverence this place
and these memories
and this call
and this life..
Sunset over the canyon
A gentleman is spellbound watching the sunset over the canyon.
San Francisco peaks, to the south, where the kachinas live. This month is when the spirits return from here to roam the land.
Piñon nuts. There were piles of them under all of the trees and they made a great meal.