The storm over Cathedral Rock comes closer in at 1:00 pm. The sky darkens.
Before too long it’s time to skate along the side of the meadow to Oak Creek at the base.
The water roils and churns, inspiring, the slabs of red rock lay flat.
We dodge under some gentle oaks and watch the rain on the creek.
After some time we walk slowly back to the meadows as the sun comes back out again.
And start another sketch, this time in oil. The spirit of the ancestors has wound its way around.
Gorgeous photos!
Thank you Jove!
You always turn me on to some of the most fantastic, sacred spaces to visit. I thank you!
Thank you SG, I too enjoy your journeys and animal connections!
The image with this as the comment “The water roils and churns, inspiring, the slabs of red rock lay flat.” Is a wonderful capture. Those slick rocks..amazing how objects have the same qualities as each other..in this case water and the rocks..they look like a river or waves…..
Thank you Chris!