Monday, November 1, 2004

It's been a day of much to do with too little time to spare, so I offer you some images without the promised stories and in-depth commentary.

Please accept my humble captions until tomorrow, 'til then, adieu.

Taken toward Fishlake Mountain, the rise has been taken by winter.

From Notom Bench, the Henry Mountains in the distance.

A Cottonwood near the trough in Deadman's Gulch.

A color version of Tarantula Mesa, looking to the south.

A corral to the north of Apple Bush Bench, Henries in the background.

Those two desperadoes for the divine, true vagabonds for beauty, Myself and Ryan, looking toward Thousand Lakes.

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