Monday, January 26, 2009

Deserted.

We were somewhere, I don’t remember where, not far inland from the Pacific Coast of Baja California. The terrain was a series of rugged ridges dissected by shallow, rock-strewn arroyos. We were miles from any city or town. Our task was to collect lizards and other herptiles for what would now be called phylogeographic studies.

“Collared lizard!” I called out to my prof.

“Where?” He squinted into the distance.

“It’s on a...” I looked through my binoculars “...ironing board.”

What had once been used to achieve human sartorial perfection was now a perfect saurian sunning spot, in the desert.

I was reminded of this picture by a recent poem in via negativa.

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