Some seventy years ago the Potters traveled from the East to build and nourish what has become Tucson's Botanical garden. It's magnificent. We spent most of the morning wandering through its lushness, which just shows that love and care can bring forth much beauty, even from the harshness of the desert. It was nice to be back in a little bit of nature, even the carved beauty of this place. As an addition, we witnessed an art show called "Invisible". Computer wizards downloaded some GPS coordinates and overlaid holograms around the garden. Pretty cool except for the annoyance of staring at a small screen following the blue dot to find the hidden art. The afternoon met us with a forty degree drop in temperature and a few hours of cold wind blown rain. We hunkered down in Frac and watched a couple of episodes of 1883. Our modern wagon is much more comfortable than those the pioneers drove across this nation. It's an impressive show, made all the more impressive by the strength of the female characters. The last episode we watched left us with this thought: Both heaven and hell are here right now; the land in between is god. I'm sure that the danger, death, and despair gave strength to the dreams, daring, and determination that our ancestors used as motivation. I know this. Thanks in part to them, the life I lead is good, especially today.
To find the invisible art, you merely found the right coordinates, scanned the area, and an image would superimpose itself over the actual ground. It's a brave new world out there.
We live in a tangle of beauty and mystery. Embrace it all.
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