The name of this blog comes from an Orson F. Whitney poem. The discovery of that poem also led to me writing my senior honors thesis on representations of red rock areas of the western United States in poetry and personal essays. Last month I returned to red rock country, specifically the four corners area and the Arizona Strip. It was the first time in 20 or more years that I wasn’t there only briefly for a burial. The landscape feels like home. It is inextricably connected with my imagination. I think the same is true for some other Mormon writers.
It’s also home to sagebrush Saints. It was good to be among them again.
I can’t fully articulate what it means. I’ve also shied away from working it into my own fiction. But it’s there, and it may come out at some point.
Meanwhile, here are a few photos from the trip (click on the images for very large versions of them):