Sunday, May 10, 2009
Spring Painting
April 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Arches National Park
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We stayed the night in Moab, and then came back to Arches the next morning. It was cloudy, but the weather forecast hadn't said there would be any rain, so we drove out to Devil's Garden and were going to make a 4.5 mile hike out to Double O Arch. We made it a little past half way when suddenly the clouds came rushing over us, hail started to fall, lightning flashed, thunder roar and echoes, and we were climbing on slickrock. It was really scary. You can see the before and after pictures of Landscape Arch. We very carefully hiked back off the slickrock to our car, grateful to make it safely. We thought we might be able to wait out the storm, but it just kept coming down, so we finally gave up and left for home. It was truly amazing to see and hear Mother Nature change so drastically so quickly. It was truly a wonderful adventure.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
"Different groups of birds have evolved different “moult strategies”: raptors, for example, replace body feathers and wing feathers in a set order and over several years; many passerines (eg thrushes) keep their wing feathers into the second year of life but replace their body feathers in the first year. Ducks, though, shed most of their feathers twice each year, and in mid-summer most male ducks moult from the bright and colourful breeding plumage into a drab, female-like “eclipse plumage”. The reason for this is that ducks have a rapid but complete moult after breeding, dropping both body and wing feathers, and for a few weeks are completely flightless. Temporarily unable to escape predators by flying away, many male ducks have opted to do what the females do for most of the year and merge safely into the background (or, like eg Shelducks, gather in large flocks offshore or in the middle of large lakes.)"
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Witnie's blessing dress & booties
Friday, February 13, 2009
Road Trip to Mesa Verde & Southern Utah
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We left Mesa Verde and drove to Four Corners, taking a picture of us in 4 states simultaneously. We also saw some amazing Navajo jewelry and art. We then drove to Monument Valley, which is where all of the great desert scenery was taken. We were in awe as we drove through that landscape. Literally we drove for hours and hours through hundreds of miles of amazing redrock canyons and monuments and spires and cliffs. We felt very small indeed, and amazed once again at God's marvelous creations.
After Monument Valley we stayed at the San Juan Motel on the banks of the San Juan River in Mexican Hat, Utah. In the morning we went to the Mexican Hat Branch for Sacrament Meeting. They had dearth of priesthood holders that morning, so Vaughn helped bless the sacrament, and I was the only one passing the sacrament to the 25 people who attended the service. It was great to feel such a strong spirit in that desolate part of the world.
We made a short stop at the Goose Necks of the San Juan, where the San Juan River has carved out an amazing twisting path that curves back on itself many times. I wish I had a wide angle lense to get the whole thing in one shot. The picture included here does not do it justice. It was truly an amazing sight.
Finally we went to National Bridges National Monument, where water has created some gigantic bridges. The one shown here is the smallest, but the only one where we went all the way down and got a good shot of it.
We had an amazing trip. I am grateful to have a good friend to share such experiences with, and grateful to a merciful God who is such a fabulous artist.
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