JOURNAL: THE BRIGHT EDGE, STEVE'S BLOG
...this peculiar quality in the air of new countries vanished after they were tamed by man and made to bear harvests....the air had quite lost that lightness, that dry aromatic odor. ...one could breathe that only on the bright edges of the world...
Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop, 1927
The Bright Edge:
No words better capture the exhilaration of wild country than this quote from Willa Cather. We live on the bright edge of history, too — always. And so this journal will range far out from my spiritual home in southern Utah’s slickrock country, wherever my musings take us. I've named the blog for my first book with a “spine” — The Bright Edge, a guide to the national parks of the Colorado Plateau published long, long ago, in 1979.
Blog: Click here for the latest post on brightedgeblog.com
...this peculiar quality in the air of new countries vanished after they were tamed by man and made to bear harvests....the air had quite lost that lightness, that dry aromatic odor. ...one could breathe that only on the bright edges of the world...
Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop, 1927
The Bright Edge:
No words better capture the exhilaration of wild country than this quote from Willa Cather. We live on the bright edge of history, too — always. And so this journal will range far out from my spiritual home in southern Utah’s slickrock country, wherever my musings take us. I've named the blog for my first book with a “spine” — The Bright Edge, a guide to the national parks of the Colorado Plateau published long, long ago, in 1979.
Blog: Click here for the latest post on brightedgeblog.com