This "art park" is actually near the Joshua Tree, before the Grand Canyon. The reason I wrote him to the Grand Canyon was because I thought it was a life in the desert, just like the Grand Canyon. The environment in the fortitude of the rough western United States has made me more beautiful than that. I also encountered a lot of interesting "garbage" in a desert outdoor sculpture park near the small villa where we live. These garbage are works that some people who love to create and re-enforce their lives by using waste garbage assembly. There is no fun and goodness in life, but these beautiful people need someone to do a little bit of deliberate management. Before I got here, the desert in my consciousness was only a dry and desolate feeling except for the sand. The trip and the various things I encountered on this road were the nectar that drenched my inner desert to make it soft and fresh.