In the Badlands a natural focus is the horizon, a verbose border between sky and ground, between dream and reality.
But if we look carefully, there are more forms of dialogue everywhere.
The horizon seems to show the solitary visitor the limit of the inhabitable space, itself unreachable.
And these other dialogues seem so small and irrelevant, being mere events, they only constitute time.
But I think this is all misconception. Every dialogue takes place at a horizon.
Prairie milkvetch (Astragalus laxmannii )
And only this: inhabiting the horizon: allows to define each other’s position.
Northern Cryptantha (Cryptantha celosioides)
The Inner Frame 