A nite or two ago, out peeeng in the yarrd, cigar in the other hand, the warm nite breeze stirring what’s left of my ever-diminishing hair, clothes scattered somewhere in the house, dogs snuffling about in the bushez nearby, i could FEEL the mesa. Twenty or so miles away, it’s close, especially when you consider scale. Scale or not, the brooding is diffycult to ignore. The Grand Mesa definitely BROODS. I think i’ve come to some sort of terms with it. Heck, i’mma bug compared to it. An uneasy peace.

YOU ARE ON TOP OF THE WHIRLED @ Land’s End. (Land’s End is the western-most point of the Mesa). There are a few other places where that is also true. However. When HERE, there is no doubt, this is Land’s End, Whirled’s Top, Sky’s Bottom.

“Heaven’s” transition zone.

Ricardo Cabeza, Amy Verde, and Betty Betunada, lookin’ west, toward You-taw, the Uncompahgre Uplift, the San Juans.

Betty complains, but you know she enjoys this incestuous relationship with the hills, her bike, the Siberia-like steppes of the Mesa-top.

I’d like to think one’s sense of perspective definitely is re-aligned here.

Goin’ by one of the multitudes of Mesa-top lakes.

Breeding ground, mating grounds, cafeteria, game room, the veritable downtown itself for clouds.

A lonely cloud, about to join the dance.

Ricardo decides to embark on an inuk-building adventure. I don’t know if he’s been the spirit-medium, the vessel (as it were) as a conduit for emanation of same, before, but he rolls up his sleeves (so to speak) and dives in …

Big Mesa-top meadow, Ricardo, the Inuksuk of Mesa Top, Amy and Betty approaching …

The artist within the spirit of the creation, emanation, we are but the inheritors of the never-ending intermingling of matter, life, creative spark …

Latest in the series: RockSea & RockGnome.

View toward the Flowing Park arm of the Mesa.

Betty liked the late-season flowers, some distance down from the top. The promontory in the distance is where the Inuk-building and photos and such occurred.

We look down — to where I live, Grand Junxion, and the (when you consider this perspective) narrow band of greenery when compared to the surrounding desert — I tried to portray the band of shadow where it’s raining, with the rain-clouds overhead. Sleven and Rocksea explore in the foreground. Yet another consideration of perspective …

Sleven continues pig-dogging …

oh: click on the above, a BIG pixure should be manifested. More in the category of meditations on the idea of perspective. Beautiful, eh?

Anyone who “hits the road” for run/ride workouts should readily agree — the seemingly difficult ascent effort is offset by anticipating the view when one reaches the top (and the resultant downhill!).

Ricardo and Amy went back up to visit the Inuk-of-Mesa’s-Edge a couple weeks later. He reported that the inuk not only had accumulated bird-feces, MONEY had been left in/on the interior stones. Hmmm….