I don't know why desert regions speak to me. Spare and spacious, they have been sought out for millennia by mystics and seekers. Perhaps I'm drawn by the play of light across unclothed land. At dawn and dusk racing shadows accentuate Earth's planetary motion, underscoring unfathomable time and distance. And yet the grand views and geologic tableaux are filled with ephemeral vignettes of color, texture, and adaptation. Here, trickling water, birdsong, or silence itself are equally treasured. Anza-Borrego is a vast library that caters to readers of all levels.
