thoughts on baja

by isaac black

the skeletons of rectangular high rises, more than harbingers of progress, are reminiscent of dinosaur fossils among the modular shops and shacks. the coast, looking horizonward, glistens with tropical beauty. looking south the coast disappears in blinding haze, threatening an infinite frontier. into the knotty, muscular, volcanic cliffs the waves surge with teutonic purpose. their rhythm is the lullaby of mother death.