Revisiting old favorites in digital form

The Colorado River runs between towering cliffs and sandstone bluffs.

It winds around meandering through like a Turquoise vein.

Mesas and plateaus rise above scrub brush plains.

Peering down into the depths’ steep massive canyon walls

to the aqua river’s shore are canoes and kayaksers

that push away with paddle and ore.


Footnotes; the above photo is one taken while on a trip to the Grand Canyon’s North Rim. When I took this photo I could not get the kayakers in view as they looked so tiny at the bottom of the ravine. These scenic sites are phenomenal wonders in their natural unaltered state.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

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