Red is the color of the clay of memory dry and safe in the summer . Wet and dangerous in the winter and spring .

The water of the river is impassable without help. It passes forever froms its source to its maker. Too deep to wade too fast to swim. And the log can give me some protection from slamming into the rocks . The water looks kinda cold, and the rocks look hungry .

The house is neglected and very old. No one lives there and no one would want to. Feels like ghosts I dont want to meet live here..

The cup looks like it is in an old dump from the old house. No one has passed here in a very long time. Beautiful cup but not something I would want to take home. It shows it's age in the porcelain with the dirt that has washed into it . I wonder who left it here? abandoned?

The arroyo is impassable here. Tired... I will have to walk up it a ways to find a better crossing place . The wet black sand at the bottom is a quicksand. Would be grey if dry. Maybe it is safer here where the land is open rather than crossing and ending up in the forest again.



// End Self Analysis //