Archive for the ‘Hoodoos’ Tag

Clouds Above, Mountains Below   2 comments

Mt Bigelow 07-15-13Clouds Above, Mountains Below — Photo-Artistry

A hoodoo sentry

Clouds above, mountains below

A lookout Tower.

— kenne

Snow On The Mountain Hoodoos   Leave a comment

December Snow_20111215_0840 Boulders-72Snow 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

 

 

Balanced Rock   3 comments

Rose Lake August 2012Balanced 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

 

Bryce Canyon Snapshots   2 comments

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!

 

Hoodoo Pinnacles   Leave a comment

Catalina Highway July 2012 Hoodoos blogView of Hoodoos and the Rincon Mountains along the Catalina Highway — Panorama by kenne

Hoodoo pinnacles

Scenic diversity charm

Rocks stacked over time.

— kenne

Goodbye Bryce Canyon   1 comment

Bryce Canyon (1 of 1)-18 blog“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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