While Lonnie and our friends Kathryn and Scott were walking part of the trail up Sedona’s Bell Rock in April, I amused myself taking photos. I’ve photographed Bell Rock so many times (and never in “good light”) that it was hard to find a new approach- hence this partial view emphasizing the clouds.
As you drive into Prescott, you see the absolute biggest flag ever. This was taken from the Walmart parking lot- perhaps a first for me!
Wukoki Pueblo is part of Wupatki National Monument. It is smaller, but has an amazing, sweeping view of the San Francisco Peaks.
We visited Sunset Crater National Monument on the way to Wupatki. The volcano erupted over 1,000 years ago, but the whole San Francisco Peaks area is considered active though you can see no sign of that as you walk along the paths.
In the photo below you can see a “squeeze up” in a fissure in the ground. Lava pushed up through the crack and dried as a fin-shaped rock. I love how trees have grown all over the volcano’s cinder cone. Life goes on even after all the destruction wrought by the volcano.
On our visit to Flagstaff last week, we spent some time at the Arboretum. It was very enjoyable (even with the busload of second graders catching tadpoles at the pond), and we especially liked the view of the San Francisco Peaks from across the meadow. A frame is set up for picture taking, and of course we couldn’t resist taking photos of each other with the peaks behind.
When I got home, I had some photoshop fun with this photo:
We took a drive yesterday in the beautiful weather, heading over to Cornville to visit the fish hatchery. The water flowing out of the tanks and through the grate caught my eye.
It was the first sunny day after the Big Snow, and most people were able to leave their houses for the first time. We drove down to the square and watched kids making snowmen and playing in the snow. The joy in the air felt like Christmas somehow!
seen in Seligman
A great display of patriotism on the side of a building in Seligman. Happy Birthday, President Lincoln! Each February 12, I always remember my grandmother, Mimi, who was born on Lincoln’s birthday in 1888.
you are on Route 66!
Just another Seligman scene.
We pulled onto a side street in Seligman to park and saw these beauties standing by a mural painted on the side of a building. Their owner (in cowboy regalia of course) was across the street by the horse trailer. I asked if I could photograph his horses, and he said yes and asked us where we were from.
“Prescott!” we replied.
He smiled, and said, “Welcome to Arizona!’
Then he laughed, and said no….. but we knew what he meant. We live in the “city” and are not real Arizonans. He might have even figured out we were California transplants (Californians are not too popular with many Arizonans). So I took a couple shots and walked around the corner.
We took a drive to Seligman last weekend, a little over an hour away on America’s Main Street, the Mother Road- Route 66. Seligman celebrates its presence on Route 66 with fun and garish displays on shops and diners which attract tourists in this small and rundown little town. Perhaps its most celebrated attraction is the Roadkill Cafe. We didn’t eat there, but enjoyed walking around and taking photos.
We just returned from a very quick trip to Southern California to do a mini-Christmas celebration with my son and family for Christmas. The Christmas decorations at the mall where we ate dinner were amazing!
Even rain puddles look pretty during the holidays!