Rios Silvestres

Rios Silvestres
Brionna Garcia
Wild Rivers
September 21, 2018


The first night we arrived on the mesa of Wild Rivers, the desert’s allure enveloped us in its echoing beauty. Light, warm breezes of piñon, juniper, and sage swam in the high mountain air.  After a day of travel, our eyes were kissed one rod at a time by this melty sunset so deserving of a standing ovation.
 

The following day, a hike into the gorge was calling our names. We explored and meandered through the dusty trails, hoping the Rio Grande would quench our hearts with some cooling relief from the baking sun’s rays. Exploration and play rewarded our enamored souls with inspiration for our collaborative projects soon to come. On the big basalt mid river, you can see Blaise lounging full whiptail lizard style, waiting for more songs to absorb into her musical tendrils.

And what’s a desert without a mesa snake? Well we got the epitomized reptile with its South Western patterning dancing on its back. I want to claim it’s a Bull Snake, but regardless, this little mama was digging its head into the dry dirt after our breakfast. She was a gorgeous spectacle, gentle with grace reminding us of the precious inhabitants of the speckled celadon scape. I think we named her Nagini.