The Morphology of Landscape

This weekend I had the chance to bike ride a trail that runs along the East Side of the Rio Grande. On Friday, Sjona and I rode way down into the South Valley, and today I rode way up into the North Valley


The trip was exactly what I needed. I have been so immersed in academia, that I need to realize again what it is I study. Why I study
Geography. A study of landscape. Humans in their landscape
Nature, a prisoner of its landscape.

Humans in the landscape. Are we prisoners?
Humans changing their landscape. Is this an expression of culture? Free will? Our we prisoners of our own devices? Derivatives of a landscape we left behind so long ago?
Don't forget the human spirit...
Human destruction...
Human civilization...
To reach beyond our own prisons...
Into a fairytale. The mysterious path...
The endless labyrinth...
The illusion of freedom...
What is beyond?
a glimpse here or there...
back to reality, the human landscape...
The natural landscape...sort of.
Camel transplants. What is this new landscape to them? Are they overwhelmed with a sense of liberation?
The fabric of human beings. Humans being. Grasping.

Day by day, in real time...
All but a moment...
timeless.



As children we think so much about being grown up. As adults, our pursuit of happiness is a proxy for ceaseless nostalgia...tied up in the landscape, the gatekeeper of childhood, the gatekeeper of mystery, the gatekeeper of death.

The morphology of landscape