There are days when the distinctions between between plants and rock, rock and animals and earth and sky seemingly disappear and all become just one thing. Lizards take on the colors and textures of the rocks in which they make their homes.

The song of a Canyon Wren fills the air along a canyon rim where bird stone and sky meld into one.

The stone of the landscapes waves as if water and becomes one with sky.

Textures, colors and shapes all just patterns in the landscape becoming a single thing.

Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.