We were in Butch Cassidy territory today and we hiked to a grand arch named after him: Cassidy Arch. Xavier, in his cowboy hat, was only too delighted to be tracing the steps of such a character and the little girls were equally inspired by the holes along the way. John D. found colors in nature he didn't know he loved and Rosie, my mama, looked radiant in every shot, while my dad slowed down just enough (or double backed on the trail) for the rest of us to keep up.
(Please do note the nostril flare). He is one good looking French cowboy.
The arch is literally hidden until you arrive upon it - the way the geography was hatched, I guess. By then you are on lunar territory and the proportions around you are mammoth - even stupefying.
4 comments:
The combination of the Southern Utah scenery, your skills behind the camera, and the fabulous humans you had as subject matter made for one amazing blog post. Mike and I are already making plans to take our family down there. Thanks for posting all of these Emilie. They made me happy.
ditto....and in awe. thank you!!
YOu look EXACTLY like your mom! Amazing.
Love to see the treking poles! Jim thought I was wussie to insist we take them to a remote Khor in Oman last week. He learned to love them!!!
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