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Cicatrices (2019), Jose Villalobos

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Atlas, Delmas Howe

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The Sombrero Galaxy

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Happy #VernalEquinox from this squad of California Barrel Cacti (Ferocactus cylindraceus) I happened upon getting their flower crowns ready for #Coachella.

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The Rain Falls, Logan Maxwell Hagege

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Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver

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Colorado Gay Rodeo Association Shirt

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Background art by Maurice Noble for the short film “To Beep or not to Beep”, 1963

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You can have your space, cowboy

Kacey Musgraves

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“Alpenglow”

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Irony                                                                                                                                           I wake to red sand I sleep here coral brick hooghaan I walk thin rabbit brush trails side- step early autumn tarantulas pick desert white flowers on full days I inhale fe- male rain I stop wheels slow sheep bounce drop sheep shit across highways potholed me I grass nothing here I meta- grass I sleep- walk grasses open eyes to blue corn sky to cook up stews chunks half-chewed thru I am this salivating mouth without hands with- out arms bent down shameless face to plate to some origin(al) hunger aware that I’m alone and I alone am the one -> pushing the head to eat

Layli Long Soldier

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“Summer Days” Georgia O’Keeffe, 1936 . . . . . #georgiaokeeffe is one of the beautiful mothers of #confettiwesterns (at New Mexico)

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CARTOGRAPHIES’ | A Good Compass Doesn’t Always Point Straight

" As a boy growing up beneath the bluffs of the Colorado Rockies, I was understandably drawn to maps. I adored the drama implied by their steep topographics and imagined the performance of the buttes sashaying across the plateau..."

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Column: Parks

National Beauty Complex: Nature and Impossible Standards You’ve seen the magazine covers, sensuous and arousing. You’ve seen the opulent orbs of perfect symmetry bulging and barely contained on the page; the provocative contours guiding the eye up and down, then up again; the unblemished silken text

A wonderful perspective on our parks

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In truth, the cowboy is only a hired hand. A farm boy in leather britches and a comical hat....We do not need cowboys or ranchers. We’ve carried them on our backs long enough.

Edward Abbey

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