Another view of Jerome’s Flatiron:
The Flatiron
This week I checked off a small photography bucket list item- shooting the Flatiron in Jerome, Arizona!
Although Jerome is only about an hour from home and I’ve been there many, many, MANY times, I had never managed to walk down to this corner to take this photo. This time, we approached Jerome from the Sedona side, so I made a point of telling Lonnie ahead of time that I wanted this shot and to be ready to pull over at the first available parking space. Mission accomplished!
Clouds at Bell Rock
Happy Fourth of July
Pueblo
Crater
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.
Having Fun
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:
The Flow
Cold and Sunny
The Picture Says it All
On the Side
In case you forgot. . .
Peace House
Welcome to Arizona!
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.
Roadkill
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.
















