One is a wanderer
Tales from the big, bad, beautiful world. Enjoy the ride.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
The sun rose over the canyon walls.
We took a short stroll by a weeping mountain. Denise spotted a black-headed blue jay.
I loved this yellow flower, growing in what looked like hay.
The mountain does appear to weep, with ferns and lichens lapping up the moisture.
Why yes, that is a tarantula.
Later Denise and I walked to the emerald pools.
These are cactus flowers: tuna.
The rain falls down from the upper pool.
I liked this bridge across the Virgin River.
All in all, not a bad day's work.
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