mexico part i: san jose del cabo to la paz

San Jose Del Cabo : : El Triunfo : : La Paz : : El Tesoro : : Pichilingue : : La bahia de muertos/ -de suenos buenos : : Todos Santos : : El pescadero : : San Jose Del Cabo

in Mexico we arrange our days into halves sliced by fierce lethargy. at its apex, the sun kindles unseen bonfires and drags them afire upon its decent.

This desert is unfamiliar, its colors flat and brown; the dryness is absolute but defied by trees, who, at their branch tips, are anointed by blossoms jewel red and yellow. but this strange anthem of life streaks the saguaro wastes only at slow speeds (color booming across a perpetuity of duns and grays only if one's purpose has stalled or mellowed.)

in stately columns, light pours over arroyos and tightly gathered mountains. like chimes, these spectral pillars ring and pound the dry ground. its unheard resonance is evident in the abrupt gathering and swoop of frigate birds who tremble as they tip in and out of sight. 

 

the sea is a shock. the earth seems lie down drum tight with dryness and impenetrable hardness and then is lapped by a sea so fiercely blue, so gentle and demure it shocks even the gulls, who do not patrol and pan the shallows, but stand resolute in recovery from the spectacle along the dunes.