I dream of bits and pieces. Of colors. Of the road. Of sunsets and sounds and all that the day was. Sensory memories not always linked. Just collected. A collage of all the hours we spent in the car and the time we finally stepped out into the Badlands, shouting expletives and sharing awe.
... Colors. All the colors. Brown. Yellow. Green. Red. Orange. A purple-gray blanket of sky. Canyons of rust-colored stones. Layers of rocks. Crumbling sands beneath our feet. ... I dream of walking in the prairie grasses, no camera in hand, burden-free. Just me and the air and the wind and sky. I'm alone, alone in these hills, with tickling, tall grass. With animals and sunshine. Everything is perfect. That is, 'til my shadow runs from me, and drags me across the dirt road, soiling my dress with ancient red dust.
And that's when I see them. Ty and Zoë on the edge, backs to me, laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. It's a happy, haunting, dreamy laughter that echoes in the sandy canyons, carries itself on the swirling winds and syncs with distantly rolling thunder.
Part 1: Henry Doorly Zoo
Part 2: The Badlands, Feat. Kitschy South Dakota