There were just 3 trees and nothing else. From horizon to horizon flat stony desert in Australia=92s Outback. Explorer Sturt in 1845: =91...the most cheerless and the most forbidding of any landscapes our eyes had wandered over=85' No Mcdonalds. No tourists. Not even electrons - no internet. I love that spot. Used to months of re-active thinking following prompts from the computer, my thoughts were at a loss. There was no command to obey, no sound, no diversion whatsoever. A complete otherness. It scrubs your brain. Dog Rusty was lying down muzzle on a paw, his style when thinking deep. Far away a heat haze shimmered upwards. It deleted the horizon, made Heaven and Earth be one and Rusty grinned. It took a while, then, clutter-free, my thoughts became their own again. They leafed through some pages of the life I=92ve lived - and some not lived yet. They created doodles through no-mans-land. They did what kiddies do: they daydreamed. Useless, simple and happy. Had forgotten all about it. I love the Stony Desert. It=92s my head=92s Recycle Bin. (There is a short clip about it in the video section of my website. I called it =91Three Trees Dreaming=92). Cheers - Klaus and Rusty
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