
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.

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.

Two beautiful red-sandstone buttes weathered by eons of winds and rain sail along telling a tales of days gone by. The old west and much much more exposed in layers of earth and a sea of sky.

Cottonwood trees, canyon walls and a fine blue sky. Life finds a way where water flows.

As the wind blew the earth sang.
Shapes were shaped and colors were born.
Time walked ever on.

Clouds gather above the butte yet only a sprinkle of rain.

Walking along a quiet road as a half moon rose above the canyon walls a dream of solitude was dreamt that night.
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