Mr. Cottontail and Mrs. Lizard are the only two residents we saw this time.
The water in the creek was pretty high for this time of year and the grass was so tall that we couldn't see the sagebrush in places.
Dad is sitting on a barrel that they used for water. The place did have a well also.
This burned remains of the cabin was actually what was left of a sitting spot for my dad. Um...a sitting spot for thinking....he didn't have to sit there too often, since he was mostly a good boy. Grin.
The colors here were so soft, relaxing and the smell of the sage was wonderful and brought back so many good memories. I really miss these big sky's. What I don't miss are the spear grass, and the beggars lice. The cactus can be avoided but these two are impossible to keep out of.
The contrast is so pretty. Here we see the darkest darks and the lightest lights all in a natural landscape.
This was the sandbox that dad and his sisters played in as a kid. The soil is very soft sand. I had forgotten how sandy the bottom of Sweetwater (oh, how sweet it is!) River is, no wonder we loved playing in it.
Evidence of the burn. I imagine it was a beautiful sight to drive though these trees in the summer.
There are great echo's in this canyon...Our favorite question is: Do you like me? No or YES!! (Yes, Yes, yes....)
1 comment:
Beautiful landscape shots. God made such a diverse and beautiful world, from the desert, to the high plains, the mountains, the fertile green farmlands, the rain forrests and the badlands. All different landscapes, different colors, yet they all blend in so wonderfully! He is the greatest artist of all. The interesting thing is that it seems wherever one was raised is often the most beautiful to them.
Dad Burgess
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