| Inspiration from a Graveyard in Taos, NM It sits alive even under the hot desert sun - a tongue of bright green earth held still in the palm of the bright blue praying Mary - between brittle sage and pink- dust adobe houses, splashed with turqoise accents. A cacophony of green and flowers spills and grows on split wood crosses and fence posts, while shadows tilt from trees to cool the dusty ground, offering respite to gnats that twist their way through thin bud stems, stretching from clay pots carefully placed. One small hungry seedling stands for a fallen piece of fence - vigilant against the wild dogs and tourists who beg and snap at the gates for a piece of that tranquility. |