The forest coughed up this delightful pattern of rust and decay in the form of a badly abused enamel bowl. I was captured by the colors and patterns, have taken several photographs of it, and am still drawn to examine it further. This is one view. I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you’d like a high resolution signed postcard print of this for your very own.

Scrabbling down the backside of Cathedral Rock, this particular patch of lichen demanded my attention.

In the quiet of the Topack Marsh, as the sky begins it’s morning glow. Water in the desert. Life blood. Magic.