The long miles and vistas of the desert stretch your mind. You find rare breaks. Ones that cause you to pause. Places and scenes where man and nature came together for a time, leaving remnants of being there. 

These are not grand or monuments. They are small places that draw your eyes and being. Left behind, caught by desert light, cast across a few desert acres and beyond in an unsorted way. Ones that don’t change the desert, but give it stillness. Small mysteries always swirl here. Who were the people, what were there dreams.

The desert wind blows hot warmth around you. Nothing else but quiet, you and what will be left in your soul from seeing these small scenes. You never know the full story, but are glad they are there.

David Young