Today I had gotten back outside and taken what has become my “usual” hike. It’s through Garden of the Gods, so it’s not really a gnarly hike. I can’t do those anymore…at least not until I get a certain something corrected.
Anyway, while out there I snapped a couple of shots I thought I’d share!
Devil’s Paintbrush–the Western US Version
I’m used to a different version of the paintbrush family, having grown up in the Adirondacks of upstate New York, but here is its western cousin. Still pretty.
There’s a hill on the edge of Garden of the Gods that’s mostly rock, and I like to take the climb. I love the view and the rocks. I wish some deciduous trees were populated, but, alas, this is the southwest, and those are far and few-ish between.
Anyway, I had stopped to enjoy being alone–up to this point hadn’t passed a soul—and it was quite windy, which I love. It felt…magical. So I turned around and saw this view:
When I checked how it came out it wasn’t as I “saw” it, so took another. Zoomed in a bit.
This was how I “saw” it:
And, yes, there was a strangely magical quality to it. I just stood there and looked at it for a while. Taking it in. When I added this shot to the post, I looked at the image again, long and hard.
To me, anyway, yes, there is still a pleasantly creepy, eerily magical quality to it….