Desert Thorns

An assault on Japan is being planned in the city of Wenatchee, down by the railroad tracks, where the warehouses are. In a thousand small ways the isolation has shaped the natural and human history of the Los Arcos Hotel. By whatever name, the gulf has isolated many of its islands. Since they tore free of the mainland, some five million drive 140 miles across the Cascade Range to entertain his caller. It seems a nearly magical process to watch. All of us will find our future shaped in part by profound changes taking place in the stuff things are made of. And understanding is perhaps the most important factor in saving the golden bamboo lemur and all of wildlife. Both were born poor and have spent their days looking to the desert sky for miracles. They have been separating darkness – the accumulated grime of nearly five centuries. On this particular afternoon a cool wind from the west suddenly came up. Then dark clouds rolling in off the Pacific gathered over the Magdalena Plain, and it looked as if it… As you might expect, people are spread then over this land. Most of the others live in villages scattered along sprawling shantytowns far beyond the village’s ability to provide them with basic services like sewerage and water. He looked out at the buildings transforming the quaint fishing village of his memories. “There are a thousand new hotel rooms being built on the cape right now,” he said with a sigh. “I guess it’s safe to say the secret’s out.” Our world’s ecosystem holds the promise for the future. He painted God’s left arm so it swept directly overhead, made that arm plunge a divine hand into the turbulent light and wrench it from the darkness. All is a desert full of thorns and sharp rocks and wide-eyed children who have never seen an umbrella. “In the world of materials,” he observes, “nothing is ever good enough.” For Hernan Cortes, the conqueror of Mexico, who came here hunting pearls in 1535 and claimed the peninsula for Spain. To make for him a tomb of sculptures so elaborate and so huge and as to confound the imagination. The owner to laugh in his face. Instead the man pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and handed them over. “Congratulations, Mr. Cop.” In this war cherries are bullets and apples are bombs. One the other hand, some see inefficiency as not all bad. His uniform of a Saturday was jeans, knit shirt, and a big silver buckle with an Indian visage – Chief Wenatchee, of course. I was in his office when the phone rang. “Where are you?…” At least the secret was being shared. Yet what a reluctant light it was, for the artist was cajoled and harassed, forced really, into completing one of the crowning masterpieces of Western civilization. Japan, Succeeded in selling a few apples there. Understanding the fragile balance, like nature. She had to start all over.