The Universe and the Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, Utah.
Happy New Year to all!
The Blizzard of 2016 hits the East Coast.
A lighthouse, a wind turbine and the setting Sun.
The Strokkur Geyser in Geysir, Iceland. (Not a typo. The town has the letter “i”.)
Black & White photograph by my daughter, Ashley. She is a university art student graduating next year.
On the shore of Cape Cod Bay in Provincetown, a shellfish opens.
An old house, snow and some fog.
A view of our Milky Way Galaxy from Dinosaur National Monument in Utah.
On the left side, the dotted light is a plane.
On the right side, the white line was a meteor burning up in Earth’s atmosphere.
A leaf flew away revealing a frozen replica of itself on my car windshield.
Who’s watching who?
A view of the 59th Street bridge in Manhattan.
The bridge connects Manhattan to Queens and travels over the East River.
Manhattan is on the right. Queens on the left.
…and into the future.
…and birds on roof.
Traveling on the Ring Road (Route 1) in Iceland, I happened across this
creatively decorated building on the side of the road.
FYI – this structure sat all by itself. There were no other buildings of any kind.
A famous view of Monument Valley.
Where Sam Spade meets Groucho Marx.
A lake. A bird. Heavy fog.
Now we need a horror writer.
…on a country road.
…in a straight line.
Coming from the east coast where curves are
the norm, is it amazing to drive for miles and miles
in a straight line.
…in the Grand Canyon.
An off-center view.
Haunted Forest. Some nature walks are ghostly by their very appearance.
Grand Canyon Sunset on the North Rim.
The road less traveled is the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
If you want to avoid the crowds of the South Rim, head north!
Jason reminded me that on our family vacation out west, he and I got lost in Arches National Park, Moab, Utah. I wanted to take a nighttime photo of the Delicate Arch. The arch is 1 mile walk from the car. We trekked in daylight but couldn’t find our way back at night. We had to literally call out “Help”! Someone, who wasn’t lost, came to our rescue and guided us back to our car.
Returning to the hotel, I found Deb (I state this “politely”) unhappy. She was “thisclose” to calling the police. Secretly I think she was happy I had a ton of scratches on my legs from the thick bushes Jay and I walked through on our “lost” journey. (The photo above is from the night.)