Archive for the ‘Hoodoos’ Tag
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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Clouds Above, Mountains Below — Photo-Artistry
A hoodoo sentry
Clouds above, mountains below
A lookout Tower.
— 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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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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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’Â
who were turned into stone by the trickster god Coyote.”
. . . and I thought the roadrunner was the trickster!
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View of Hoodoos and the Rincon Mountains along the Catalina Highway — Panorama by kenne
Hoodoo pinnacles
Scenic diversity charm
Rocks stacked over time.
— kenne
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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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