SOLITUDE and RESILIENCE, give this land an aura of Zen Temple. Everyone from the huge twenty five feet Cactus, Pebble, Clam, Lagoon, Bay, Whale... one can not help but feel that they just live next to each other like monks without ever talking. As if they have come here just for meditation hundreds of years ago...and never left. Sounds of their chants are like beads that are stringed together by crisp and dry wind, away from rest of the world for that peaceful journey of contemplation.

I suddenly found myself engulfed in these chants. Once you rest yourself on these sounds, it is very easy to see relation of that solitary and uncommunicative existence with meditative surrounding. I could not take out that zen monk from my frame while looking at the vast landscape where horizon is not always very obvious. One wonders if the monastery like islands dotting the horizon were dropped just in case one wanders too far. I was tied with that pebble, shell, cactus, whales, lagoon, pelican, dead volcano... just by common thread of sheer momentary existence.