A young woman named Rose Simpson relates a song that her grandmother used to sing to her.
She gave birth to me from the
wet smell of clay
Beneath the sky
When my eyes, they open
Sun-soaked cliffs of sand
White-tip blue mountains
Held me in their arms
And sang to my red blood
Songs of yellow flowers
On black mesas
And I sing
Backcountry road near Hite
These images were made as part of an iPhone project on Utah. The images were made with the iPhone 4S and edited using Snapseed and Instagram.
Saurian looking hills, Capitol Reef National Park
Hickman Bridge, Capitol Reef National Park
Desert Wildflowers, Utah
Storm over Factory Butte
Yellow Flowers on Black Mesas
Waterpocket Fold, Burr Trail
Long Canyon
Thanks to all of you who recently started following my work on this blog, I hope you’ll continue to enjoy it. I appreciate hearing from you. Russ
nomadruss in words and photos 
stunning landscapes… I especially love the three lines that open your poem – so lovely
thanks Pam!
… makes me long for the desert. My wife and I celebrated our last anniversary in and around Escalante. These images capture the feel that southern Utah imparts.
thanks tom, appreciate the comments, and what a great place to celebrate an anniversary!
Lovely photos! Loved the poem as well.
Thanks Kris!
Love the song… who/where was the woman?
I learned the story from Anasazi State Park and was so intrigued that I did some quick research and found the transcript online.
Gut gelungene Aufnahme! .-)
Vielen Dank!