In Zion people had cut the road at the bottom, through the mountains, following the curves of the valley along the rivers. So, in order to observe the canyons at Zion one needs to look up. One needs to walk through the bowels of the white whale that Zion is and search for its mouth.
“All roads lead to Ottawa” — That’s an expression. I didn’t say it. I’m merely quoting Cesar and that makes one wonder: How did he know about Ottawa?
I was twelve when a gypsy woman asked me for money.
Hugh Hefner, the founder of Playboy died today and the world will be poorer without him. Hefner was a visionary and a man of great taste. A Maecenas for countless artists. I was the art director of Playboy Magazine.
We had to cross the Painted Desert. An expanse of dry land peppered with buttes of different colours remains of a forgotten era when violent volcanic activities had spat into the desert ash and lava that had solidified and taken different colours in contact with local ore. Red and arid, spotted with grouchy cacti and furrowed by soft and lonely mountain ranges, this is a beautiful and deadly land.
The third day we left early for Monument Valley. I had an idea of what to expect and I was enthusiastic about that trip. I didn’t know at the time that this was going to be the day I saw them, the desert spirits.