A Line Between Worlds

June 24, 2007

Yesterday we went for a drive along the U.S. – Mexico border south of the Huachuca Mountains – a journey through oak grassland that glows like a bowl of light, ending at cliffs and a spring where we hunted for ferns and watched butterflies.

Here, the border is a steel wire no thicker than the black line on a map.  It is not an ecological or geographical boundary.  Streams and ridges cross it, as these photos show.  Black bears cross it and venture south a few miles, passing jaguars that are headed north on their own explorations.  Some people think of it and imagine a locked gate.  Others see an open door.  In some places, you can look at both sides and see a mirror:

creek and border fence

In others, you can follow one of the earth’s exposed ribs and feel its connection to mountain ranges north and south:

border road crossing a ridge

On this day, we were there to greet an old friend, the honored guest whose annual visit traditionally begins on San Juan’s Day, June 24:  MONSOON!  As the hours passed, we saw the haze soften the sunlight, felt the humidity rise, and watched thunderheads gather over the Mexican mountains.  (Somewhere down south, in the thorn forest where coralbeans are tall trees,  it is already raining…)  But north of the Huachucas the clouds disappeared, and in Tucson it will stay hot and clear for at least another week or so, as the moon waxes hard-edged and glittering in the dry air.  And we feel blessed to be able to watch these ancient patterns unfold from so many beloved places. 


One Response to “A Line Between Worlds”

  1. judithornot said

    Love your photos. I grew up in Southern California, and sometimes I miss the scrub oak and golden hills.

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