Monument Valley

The sun came out the in the morning as we were leaving. Even clouded over it was great!

I Wonder

just how much of a chance my photograph of this pictograph in Mystery Valley Arizona has to be seen even a tenth of the time it has been in place? It is generally believed the Anasazi People inhabited the are from around 100BC until about 1300BC. At its youngest that would place it something over 700 years. Who says our technology is better?

Eight Clouds

count em.

Another World

At least according to current government policy regarding our border with Mexico. One we should be afraid of and need a complex system of walls and fences along with huge amounts of manpower and incredibly expensive technology to protect. If only the Native Americans had had these defenses very few of "us" might be here today.

Old School

Can you imagine? no auto focus? ( actually no focus at all!) no exposure control, and no seeing the pictures until weeks later! Only twelve pictures on a roll, and of those these are the best. Taken with a Sawyer Nomad 620. Not this first one- its the Sawyer Nomad. Following it are the "winners" from the roll, taken on our recent trip to Northern Arizona.

 

  

and a contest!!! First to identify the location of the first picture ( Sawyer Nomad) wins something! Maybe a print from our trip? and I promise not to be in it!

Big Tortilla!

 bigger than my head! Much Bigger!

Good Friday

Good Friday is by far the most important religious holiday we observe, as Lutherans. At least to me. For me it is not so much what Christs death means or the promise it holds. It is, again for me, the acknowledgement- as we walked the Stations of the Cross while the sun set, that I too would have fallen asleep that last night- even as He asked for me to wait with Him. That I too, would have denied Him, would have not stepped forward to help bear His Cross, would have watched silently as He was taunted,and would have turned away, lost- as His lifeless body was placed in a tomb.

So I sat for a few moments after the others left and looked at that Cross , draped in black cloth- to symbolize His death. And it came to me, as I looked up- a thought new to me, but I'm sure shared by many..... I was looking up! Even in His death we look up! Not down, in sorrow- to the earth that will claim all our bodies, even as it did Jesus, But Up, because even in death He was showing us the promise of eternity that death gives.