Benedict
May your trails be crooked winding, lonely,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
Whether your endless flow rivers
meandering through pastoral valleys jingle bells
past temples and castles and poets "turns into a black virgin forest ....
down in a red rock desert
blue tables, domes and pinnacles and endless stone caves.
And again down in a vast former deep unknown abyss
WHERE blaze sun bars on profiled cliffs
where deer cross walk the white sand beaches,
When the storms come and go as lightning clangs on the high cliffs,
Until something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams
waiting for you just beyond the next rotation of the canyon walls ...
-by Edward Abbey, author of Desert Solitaire 
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(Plein air study of oil a 8x12 inch JG)
Thank you, Karen Hummel
