Archive for the ‘Hoodoos’ Category
Snow White Icing on Hoodoos — Image by kenne
All reality
involves the active control
of our point of view,
which we choose as reality.
Thus,
if reality is what we think is actual
can we truly comprehend reality?
Is not all reality virtual?
— kenne
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Catalina Highway (Sky Island Scenic Byway) through Hoodoo pinnacle area. — Panorama Image by kenne
Hoodoo pinnacles
Scenic diversity charm
Rocks stacked over time.
— kenne
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My Hoodoo Heaven (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Images by kenne
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Snow On The Mountain Hoodoos (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Hoodoos.
Distant and lonely.
Wearing snows caps
given to them, a gift
from father winter
an infinity of whiteheads.
The sun softens the snow
water runs down cracks.
The magnificent junipers
white branches dripping.
Hoodoos.
Distant and lonely.
— kenne
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Snow On Hoodoos (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Snow on the hoodoos
Fresh look on the rocks of ages
Icing on the cake.
— kenne
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There’s a narrow trail that you have to scramble up a few feet before heading down under twisted alligator junipers. The best way to experience these ancient hoodoos along the Catalina Highway is to attack them from the rear, sorta speak.
This SCVN Friday Hike was to have two parts; explore the hoodoos followed by a hike from the Gordon Hirabayashi Campgrounds to Molino Basin. The hoodoos segment was led by naturalist Edi Moore, who is s long-time member of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM). The MMM was the first hiking group I begin hiking with after moving to Tucson. It was with the MMM that I first had an opportunity to explore the Catalina Highway Hoodoos. Of the 20 hikers on this Friday, Edi and I were the only ones to which this experience was not new. The views in and around the hoodoos are something else.
— kenne
Images by kenne
Click here to see more Catalina Highway Hoodoo photos.
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Balanced Rock, Catalina Highway, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
— Alan Watts
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Rock Formation Along Catalina Highway — Image by kenne
Today I thought of monsoon skies,
with big puffs of white cotton
gaining height in the midday blue.
Today I thought about the rain,
falling on the mountains
soaking nature’s soul.
Today I thought about raindrops
leaving prints on everything they touch,
congregating down the mountain streams.
Today I thought of my print
walking with nature
aligned with its very being,
my being communicating with its soul,
entering into a dynamic creative flow
experiencing nature’s bonding reality,
connecting all things in a meaningful whole
through which an allowance, a trust,
opens the vessels of my very being,
allowing my snapshots to profile nature’s
abundance of comfort and wealth,
in the horn of plenty on life’s table
where each moment captured becomes
a reminder that “life is just a leap of faith —
so spread your arms and hold your breath . . .”
Today I thought . . .
kenne
(A tip of the hat to Guy Clark.)
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Geological fact: Bryce Canyon isn’t actually a canyon.
It’s actually a natural amphitheater.
(Click on any of the tiled images for a larger view in a slideshow format.)
Bryce Canyon Snapshots by kenne
This beautiful land of hoodoos is best view at sunrise or sunset. Unfortunately
these images were taken around mid-day — still a beautiful National Park to visit.
Named after pioneer and cattleman Ebenezer Bryce, who once said of the canyon,
“One hell of a place to loose a cow.”
“Paiute Indian history says the colorful,
wildly-shaped hoodoos were ‘Legend People’
who were turned into stone by the trickster god Coyote.”
. . . and I thought the roadrunner was the trickster!
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“Goodbye Bryce Canyon” — Image by kenne
Goodbye,
Bryce Canyon
I’ll be leaving
you behind.
I’m going to
Zion and Sedona
where I hope to stay
to the rhythm
of a slow marcha —
remember the hoodoos,
remember the colors,
remember the winds.
— kenne
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