
I love winter hikes after a dusting. The air is crisp, the skies are brilliant, and the snow adds a dimension not seen on regular days during the year. This is Fay Canyon, Sedona.
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I love winter hikes after a dusting. The air is crisp, the skies are brilliant, and the snow adds a dimension not seen on regular days during the year. This is Fay Canyon, Sedona.
We wanted to get away for 24 hours. Off we went yesterday to our new favorite spot of the escarpment that is the 200 mile Mogollon Rim. For my blogging-buddy Fraggle, whose photographs I admire because she has people in them, I created this post. Normally, I focus on the landscape. Rarely do I humanize my outings. This time, Jim and I brought along our granddaughter Milly and our new puppy, Ruby. Which one do you like best?
I caught this sunset outside our back door a few years ago. It filled half the sky and the bands of color radiated. Do you think there’s much difference between a sunset and a sunrise? I attempt to see one or the other each day. Majesty.