| Little horsetail clouds |
| Silhouettes |
| Becca in the upper foothills |
| Slopes |
| Forging ahead . . . |
| . . . but stopping to look back |
| Heading for home |
| Who does this tail belong to? |
| There's the owner |
| Meep meep |
| So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow |
| Little horsetail clouds |
| Silhouettes |
| Becca in the upper foothills |
| Slopes |
| Forging ahead . . . |
| . . . but stopping to look back |
| Heading for home |
| Who does this tail belong to? |
| There's the owner |
| Meep meep |
| So much depends upon a red wheelbarrow |
Clouds over the Organs A cold wind was already blowing when Dr. K, Willow and I did our morning hike; gusts are supposed to die down by late...
1 comment:
I like the photo of the wheelbarrow, Packrat. I'm glad you were able to get a hike in, and appreciate the beauty of the desert, before you went to the dentist.
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