The light-infused log cabin and the installation are minimalist interactions with a desert power spot that was complete before the advent of man. And yet, man's footprints, in the form of poles, somehow serve to heighten the desolate beauty and amplify the mysterious silence. At sunrise, the poles emerge from the night sky in absolute silence. There is no wind, no movement, just the gentle pastel palette of the reflecting steel. An antelope darts between two poles.
Birds fly overhead.
The sun comes up. The van appears and the poles disappear into the noonday sun. We decide to stay another day, to drink in the solitude. At night, we sit with strangers, who are now friends, asking for lightning in hushed tones. Lightning never comes this visit.