Salt
30-20
Breathless, squinting. The dry, crunchy, vastness glares like a snowfield.
Constant, vicious wind tries to push us over, throws salt
in our eyes, peppers our cheeks with miniscule stinging pellets.
Click on image for a larger view.
posted by MB at 4:24 PM
7 Comments:
Looks awfully familiar... Are you close by? Wanna come have lunch?
Vast, indeed. Wondering if this is somewhere in South America, I forget the place?
I was thinking it looked like White Sands, in.... um... Nevada?
Zhoen has the local advantage. ;-) It's Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. A strange place. That's not sand; it's salt.
Z, not close by on a regular basis. Just passing through. Sometime it would be fun, though.
MB, HA! I knew it. D knew immediately as well. Very strange, ever see Carnival of Souls?
Ah, well, sometime. We really aren't THAT far away.
Z, no I haven't, but we did see the Saltair Palace wavering like a mirage out of a Thousand and One Nights.
Great shhare
Post a Comment
<< Home