Thursday, August 17, 2017

sanctuary




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.