“Here there isn’t a single trace of man’s presence… The wind shapes the landscape as it likes. It is an unchanging landscape which is constantly changing.” Gerard Lanux Wind on desert sand; water on coastal sand… the rhythmic passing of time. I am guessing that every single one of the resulting undulating patterns is different. Like every grain of sand, every star, every pass of weft over warp, every found stone on a beach… all the same, all different. (Ref blog entries: Nov 15 2005 “notes for the day” and Nov17.) Desert breeze, beach tide: both erase the marks of our passing, our presence merely tolerated. It is the order of things here… to be rendered as ghosts in the landscape. 
Sahara… Cloth of Gold
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