Recent trip with my friend and her two sons who are my godsons. Much unspoken about being a godmother. The spiritual path can only be glimpsed when the door is open. This trip helped us at least find where the door is.
This seemed to be the most classic Old West photo of all I took. Even if it is shot at "High Noon."
I loved the palette and the weathered patterns. Muted light in the shadows of big rock formations at Arches National Park.
A rustic old log cabin from early settlers in the area that is now the National Park.
Changing light on dried grasses.