Edna Brush Perkins

The White Heart of Mojave Edna Brush Perkins

Beyond the walls and solid roofs of houses is the outdoors. It is always on the doorstep. The sky, serene, or piled with white, slow-moving clouds, or full of wind and purple storm, is always overhead. But walls have an engrossing quality. If there are many of them they assert themselves and domineer. They insist on the unique importance of the contents of walls and would have you believe that the spaces above them, the slow procession of the seasons and the alternations of sunshine and rain, are accessories, pleasant or unpleasant, of walls, -indeed that they were made, and a bungling job, too, and to be disregarded as a bungling job should be, solely that walls might exist