May 3, 2012 18:45
I live in a city. They call it a city, but I would highly disagree. I have lived in cities before. Seattle is a city. Denver is a city. This place is a collection of strip malls, parking lots, 99 cent stores, free standing homes with garages as the welcome mat, closed off yards and dogs. Endless potholes and dirty, dusty, desert streets and many sad faces. And way to many cars. None the less, I live here.
I truely dislike this place and have fallen in love with it.
It is about scale. The either very large or very small places are what capitvate me with this town and the region. The faded green paint on the oversized steps of a barrio home. A courtyard with trees, music, margaritas and friends in a forgotten neighborhood. The expansive sky. The isolated walk along a path cutting through the heart of this City. The standing strong and proud saguaro against the thousands that keep it company. The quick escape to the wilderness that this region offers. Standing on a roof watching the storms roll in. Standing on a cliff watching the trees breath miles below. Sitting in my yard feeling the peace of my little micro-climate.
I love this place.
Posted May 3, 2012 18:45
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