4-24-19

Of all the pueblo ruins in this region – Honanki, Palatki, Montezuma, Walnut Canyon, Tuzigoot – none cast a spell over me like Wupatki. Stories echo in the ever-present winds that erode this complex of castles and crumbling huts perched atop the Colorado Plateau. I don’t fully understand what forces move me in this high and lonely place – the sharp contrasts, the clean bite of the breeze, the evidence of a home well-used?