There ain't ever gettin' away from views of Cathedral.
Like a snake - slithering up a side canyon.
The sign helpfully points the way to Crescent Moon Ranch. What it doesn't tell you is: the path ends at a ford of the mighty Oak Creek. Mighty cold, that is. Fast and deep. Crescent Moon is on the other side.
Autumn colours are beginning to show.
The sentient grass is slowly creeping down the cliff is search of an internet connection. It is not clear why.
This little grove of very delicate trees continues to weather the forces of Oak Creek.
There ain't ever gettin' away from views of Cathedral.
A nearby vortex briefly disturbs the stillness of the dry grasses.
Ella moves from the abstract into the figurative. Her work shows distinct progress year over year.
Texture garden.
A tiny side canyon.
The Black Helicopters have been getting more nervous today.
The Other Side of Buddha Beach.
Light streams over the bullrushes lining Oak Creek.
Just Russ.
A vortex worshipper leaves a mark in a stealthy spot.
The grass must be crazy.
Sure sign that a vortex is nearby.
The vortex grows and grows. We can see the other side of the galaxy. Where are the Black Helicopters?
What's taking you so long? Just power up the 4 sock drive - how often do I have to remind you?
More Sedon sky phenomenon. Must be post halloween rumblings.
Protector of our local neighbourhood. Apparently we are in very good hands. Even comes with his own porta pottie.
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