South of the river is good, Long ago, I knew the landscape well. At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire, In spring, the river's water's green as lilies. How could I not remember south of the river? --Bai Juyi
hell above and heaven below all the trees are gone the rain makes such a lovely sound to those who're six feet underground the leaves will bury every year and no one knows i'm gone leave me golden tell me dark hide from Graveyard John the moon is full here every night and i can bathe here in his light the leaves will bury every year and no one knows i'm gone --tom waits
Escalante Butte from the Escalante route Clear Creek Canyon
did you see them in the river? they were there to wave to you. could you tell that the empty-quivered, brown skinned indian on the banks that were crowded and narrow held a broken arrow?