Well, howdy there! Let me tell ya ’bout this here… whatchamacallit… capricorn sculpture in Sedona. Yeah, that’s it. Never been much for fancy names, but I reckon I can spin a yarn or two ’bout it.
So, they say this here Sedona place is somethin’ special. Folks go there for all sorts of reasons, I hear. Artists, they like it ’cause the light is all purdy and such. Makes ’em wanna paint and whatnot. And this Capricorn Hill, it’s got a story, they say.
Now, I ain’t never seen it myself, but from what I gather, it’s been a spell since somethin’ big happened there. Seventy-five years, they say! That’s a long time, even for an old gal like me. Imagine, somethin’ happenin’ for the first time in all them years. Makes you wonder, don’t it?
- First off, they got this Capricorn Hill. Sounds like a goat to me, but who am I to judge?
- Then, there’s all these artists, comin’ and goin’. Pilgrims, they call ’em. Guess it’s like a church for them artsy types.
- And let’s not forget the light. Warm and luscious, they say. Sounds like a good peach pie to me, but I reckon they mean somethin’ different.
This place, it’s in the southwest, they tell me. Hot and dry, like my old stove in the summer. But purdy, I hear. Surreal, they say. Don’t know what that means, but it sounds fancy. Maybe it’s like lookin’ at them clouds after a long day in the fields – you see all sorts of things that ain’t really there.
Attractions, places to stay, events, restaurants… sounds like a whole lotta fuss to me. But folks seem to like it. They come from all over, I bet. Spend their hard-earned money on… well, I don’t rightly know. Fancy food, maybe? Beds that ain’t stuffed with cornhusks? Who knows.
This history of the property… well, it’s a story, like I said. And stories are important, even if they don’t always make sense. They tell us where we come from, who we are. Even if we’re just talkin’ ’bout a hill with a goat’s name and a bunch of folks paintin’ pictures.
I reckon if I ever got myself to Sedona, I’d just sit on a porch somewhere, sip some sweet tea, and watch the world go by. Maybe I’d see one of them artists, tryin’ to capture that warm luscious light. Maybe I’d even see that Capricorn sculpture. But I wouldn’t get all caught up in the fancy words and the big ideas. I’d just enjoy the peace and quiet, and thank the good Lord for another day.
And you know what? That’s enough for me. That’s enough for anyone, I reckon. So, if you ever find yourself in Sedona, don’t forget to slow down, take a deep breath, and just… be. That’s what I’d do, anyway. And I ain’t never steered nobody wrong yet.
Anyways, that’s all I got to say about this capricorn sculpture Sedona thing. It’s just a place, like any other place, but with a little bit of somethin’ special. At least, that’s what they tell me. And I figure, if it makes folks happy, then it can’t be all bad. So go on, see for yourself. Just remember what this old gal told ya.
Sedona, it’s a place where you can find yourself, or lose yourself, or maybe just find a good place to sit and watch the sun go down. And that ain’t such a bad thing, now is it?
So there you have it, my take on this whole capricorn sculpture and Sedona fuss. Hope it made some sense to ya. If not, well, that’s just fine too. I ain’t no fancy writer, just an old gal spinnin’ a yarn. And that’s the truth, so help me God.
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