I returned today from a short trip with friends, planned before our grand tour of South America, to the small coastal town of Point Reyes, a spectacular national park just one hour north of San Francisco that has become a kind of sacred spot for Barron and me. Yesterday afternoon, while running the trail that we have run many times together, I found myself perched on a bluff looking out into the endless Pacific and wondering if Barron was also looking at that same ocean so many miles to my south. To know that Barron was at that same moment returning from his days in the desert along the winding, breathtaking coast south of Iquique and staring out at the ocean beyond him leaves me a bit speechless. For it is hard to express both the immense distance and intimate proximity I think we have both been feeling since my plane left the one-runway Iquique airport last Saturday.
While struggling for words to respond to Barron’s magnificent posts from his solitary photographic journey these past days, I can say that I am utterly moved by the writing and images that he created in the haunting desert of northern Chile. And so, tonight as we both go to sleep on either side of the equator, I would like to pay tribute to B on the eve of his return to our city by the sea.
love, a
p.s. You’ll have to forgive the doe-eyed quality of this posting. After all, Barron built us a geoglyph in the desert yesterday!
