In quiet alcoves, on windswept ridges, or beneath soaring cliffs, rock art captures the imagination...Pt 1

In quiet alcoves, on windswept ridges, or beneath soaring cliffs, rock art captures the imagination...Pt 2

In quiet alcoves, on windswept ridges, or beneath soaring cliffs, rock art captures the imagination...Pt 3

Simple pleasures are the last healthy refuge in a complex world...

Well that escalated quickly....

A pleasant day, a wash with a clear, flowing stream of water and just enough sunlight left to explore...

...and then the world suddenly dropped from beneath my feet and I was staring into the abyss...