Edward Abbey Quote

The sun is touching the fretted tablelands on the west. It seems to bulge a little, to expand for a moment, and then it drops — abruptly — over the edge. I listen for a long time.


Desert Solitaire - Down the River (p. 219), Ballantine Books. 1968


The sun is touching the fretted tablelands on the west. It seems to bulge a little, to expand for a moment, and then it drops — abruptly — over...

The sun is touching the fretted tablelands on the west. It seems to bulge a little, to expand for a moment, and then it drops — abruptly — over...

The sun is touching the fretted tablelands on the west. It seems to bulge a little, to expand for a moment, and then it drops — abruptly — over...

The sun is touching the fretted tablelands on the west. It seems to bulge a little, to expand for a moment, and then it drops — abruptly — over...