Jan 23 2014

Just a note….

the view from the front porch

the view from the front porch

Endicott West, the artist’s retreat in Tucson where I spent Thanksgiving of 2012 hidden away from the world (for the most part), and about which I silently blogged every day, has been shut down and, alas, sold.

Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman are there right now with Deb and Mike Manning, closing it up.

But should you want a piece of history, they are also auctioning off some of the books that have been residing there.   Check out the details at Ellen’s website.

Dec 3 2012

Back at my post


It was indeed lovely to get away… and so very far away, too!

If my passport had been up to date, I could have hopped over to Mexico, just down the road.

Where I was: Endicott West  is an art retreat in Tucson run by the Endicott Studio people, and I was so happy to be able to go there, and spend some time decompressing, and exploring some ideas, and generally thinking deep thoughts.

The thing I noticed about the area around Tucson: it is different. As a person who spends a lot of time imagining really alien landscapes, I rarely have the chance to actually inhabit an alien landscape; but the first thing I realized, as I drove away from the airport was how very, very different the natural world looked.

Nothing that was growing looked like anything growing in New England. There was literally no resemblance. You see something that you think is a tree; you get closer, and realize that it has no leaves, but plenty of thorns. Is it a tree, is it a bush, is it a cactus? When you get some internet access, you look it up and voila! It’s a paloverde, and it’s dropped its leaves because of drought — but hey, that’s okay, because it photosynthesizes through its bark. Which is green.

breathe in, breathe out

photosynthesis without leaves


And all my finely-tuned student-of-nature intuitions are going what the heck? What the heck? This is not normal.

Therefore: I love it.

There are mountains in New England and there are mountains around Tucson, Arizona. And they do not resemble each other, except that they go up. And in New England, if you climb high enough, you get above the tree line, and there are no more trees; whereas in Tucson, if you climb high enough you get up to the treeline, and there are no more cacti. There are trees instead. Up there.

This is backwards. Therefore: I love it.

Trees above; no trees below

Those dark bits way at the top? Those are the trees.


There were a handful of trees around on ground level: acacias, the paloverdes, mesquite,  and here and there a pine of some sort.   Oh, and palm trees, which are NOT native.   Just imported and planted around town for that classy Arabian desert look.

Stick 'em by the pool to simulate an oasis!

Not native.

But in New England, the land is, when you get right down to it, mainly inhabited by trees, with room cleared for people, and roads and houses and shopping centers.   The default setting  is: trees.  And that’s what your subconscious is expecting, and that’s exactly what it does not get in and around Tucson.

And even the bushes have a different configuration, a different profile and texture, and I found my natural expectations constantly confounded and delighted.   When Mike, one of the custodial residents, led me on a tour of the grounds,  I could not stop going: “This is different, this is so different…”  And he (a Massachusetts native),  kept nodding and saying, “I know, I know…”

I can’t adequately express how refreshing that is.   And in a way, comforting… am I the only person who finds the unfamiliar to be comforting?

Well.  Must stop blogging.  Must write Stuff.

But first, in response to the comments I could not respond to, due to my self-enforced (or attempted) non-verbal blogging:

Lindig:  got it right in one!   And yes, it was, I was told, much cooler when I was there.   But you know, I think I might have been better during the hotter season, because I am a natural night owl, and writing out on the porch got really COLD around midnight!  Plus: I too liked the lizards.

Sean: the bunny almost took the leaf from my hand.   He was but an inch away, but would come no closer.   So I put it on the ground, and he munched away happily.   This bunny is famous, apparently, or famously friendly.   Plus: saw an actual roadrunner.

Walter: the moon spent a LOT of time in the sky, day and night, due to its phase… but where I normally would have wanted a dark, dark night sky for good stargazing, I found that the waxing moon lit up the desert night, and allowed me to just step off the porch and walk among the cacti whenever I needed to wander and ponder…

Ann: Thoughts were thunk; words were writ.

Sabine:  Oh, those javelinas!

UPDATE!  I was told it’s okay to post the actual Endicott West URL, so I’ve done so here, and above — you should check it out!