Time laid bare as layers of rock on the mountain behind and an old skeleton of Juniper lies on the rocks below.
Peeking out of a small slot canyon as the sun begins its daily decline. Soft clouds, juniper and rocks above as another day comes to a close.
It felt like walking into an old western movie. High noon, a parched landscape, junipers, tumbleweed and a herd of wild burro roaming a landscape of bluffs, buttes and canyons.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and happy wandering.
We seemed to have settled into a very late fall like weather pattern as of late with sunshine appearing mid-morning then giving way to cloudy afternoon skies. We spotted this good looking Red Tailed Hawk on one of those cloudy afternoons perched on the remnants of a very fall looking tree.
A little inspiration provided by a silent yet strong tree growing in the barren dry hills of western Colorado near the Utah border. When the going gets tough the tough keep growing.
Unseen but ever present the wind works its magic, sculpting rock into magnificent works of art.
High up in the hills the flowers have all flowered and transition fills the air. What a wonderful time.
Reflecting on a summer that seemed to come and go and somehow felt like it did not exist. There were photos taken that prove it real but even these feel like a dream.
Walks were walked and thoroughly enjoyed yet a nagging voice walked the trail with us. Silent at times and other times loud. A whisper at time and other a shout…..What’s lost may never be found.
Yes, much can be lost in a very short time and now nowhere to run.