" Icicles as Art, and Other Intimate Insights Into the Inland Empire "
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Foreward In this fore-word
I find myself cast back in time... as I remember seeing icicles in the desert while a
young child rising before the sun did at my grandfather's side on the back porch as
slender stalagmites hung from under the eaves a sense of awe and excitement that
some invisible giant had been at work while I slept transforming the drab view of
sage brush and sand into a fariy land of straightened unicorn horns and prismatic
hues cast from the diffident orb rising from the long blue line of hills as water-usually
so absent waited in unmitigated splendor for us to rise and watch them drip away captured,
immobilized, shy... staying such a brief moment in time to have remained for a lifetime within my mind. I would be impoverished without it without knowing
why. A.R.
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Asia Rachael Cohen
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