Overlooking Death Valley at Zabriskie Point, yellow hills fall away like an ancient sheet of parchment that has been burnished by relentless erosion, folded and refolded along bone-white creases. The serpentine imprint of a dry flood channel coils deep within the canyon. Shadows butterfly across the nude, sedimentary hills which seem to proliferate in the heat until distance itself is a place....

- Mary Heebner © 2000/ excerpt from Zabriskie Point Essay,The Western Horizon (Abrams)

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