GO!: Great Salt Lake Desert

The mysterious beauty of

the desert inspired us,
and invited us,
to be free and,
poetic...

What I Feel & See...

Wind
I feel the wind blowing
swiftly through my hair.
The wind does not make a sound,
it just blows in peace.

Sand
There is a lot of sand.
When you pick it up it easily goes through your fingers.
The sand is also very cold because it's winter now.

Mountains
The mountains are mostly sand.
They're also curved the same way as all the other mountains,
but some are different.

-Christina

D onda

E ast
S andy
E aste
R omantic
T ight Sand
-Elise

The day is bright
there is a lot of light
I am gazing in the sky the birds are tweeting
we run and have fun playing my game
the breeze is cooling
the motorcycles are roaring
it is peaceful here
I will never forget these words of peace
the birds tweet there little song
there is a moment of silence in the air
we eat our food
the mountains are peaceful and silent
there is a light drift of snow
the bushes shake but do not wake from their deep winter sleep
soon they will wake next year
but that will be another time
-Bjorn

The wind is smooth and cool the sand is nice and silky.

I feel calm and free when I feel the sand rush through my hands
but when the sand is gone
I feel alone but someone comes to talk to me and
I feel their love.
- Ally

Is the desert a place there is no life and just sun? No. A bird flies over our heads he sees us but we don't see him. Maybe because he is getting twigs for his nest because he knows winter is coming. Suddenly a wind comes in the bird is gone. I was curious now where the wind was blowing so I threw up some sand the wind was blowing north. So the desert is filled with life the sun is life the sand is life and the desert will always be with us.

- Samantha

Hello Sunshine,
Everything revolves around you out here! Especially today, on this breezy, crisp December day - in the Great Salt Lake Desert.
There is spacious openness and an irresistible beauty in the soft emptiness and velvety rolls.
In the shade of this golden, dry shrub lies the promise of moisture in the form of frozen snow, only the size of a dinner plate but big enough to be meaningful to some in these parts- perhaps a bird or the roots of this plant.
Fresh Blue Sky cleansing my mind, bringing deeper, longer breaths of trust, love & life!
How long does it take for one rock to become pulverized as this fine powder that surrounds me in mystical sand dunes? Thank you Desert.

- Donda

Stark, barren, scarred sacred earth.