Showing posts with label Black Mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Mountain. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2020

The Beauty of Arizona

By Kristy McCaffrey


I wanted to continue sharing photos of my home state of Arizona for those of you who may have never visited. Or maybe these will spark a memory of a previous vacation. And if by chance you're an Arizona resident, then you know the stark beauty of this wonderful state.

Check out my April post for more photos.

The Sonoran Desert near Phoenix.

A Bristlecone Pine, photographed at 10,000 feet near Flagstaff.
These trees can be several thousand years old.

A few years ago, my husband and I took our children on a houseboat trip
on Lake Powell. This was one of our campsites.

On the border of Arizona and Utah. This was taken as my dad and I hiked
to The Wave, an iconic sandstone formation.

Snow Bowl Ski Resort in Flagstaff. The high peak in the
background is Mt. Humphrey, the tallest mountain in Arizona.

The Grand Canyon.

Storm over Mt. Humphrey's. Photo taken from my parents' house.

The many moods of a Saguaro Cactus.

"You can see an angel anytime and anywhere."
~ poet Mary Oliver



All photos by Kristy McCaffrey





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Monday, April 6, 2020

A Virtual Arizona Visit

By Kristy McCaffrey



We're going through a tough time worldwide. I'm fortunate to live in the beautiful state of Arizona, so let's relax our minds, take a few deep breaths, and enjoy the scenery.

View of the Grand Canyon from the South Rim
My daughter Hannah atop Black Mountain.
Behind her is the Phoenix Metropolitan Area.

My dad on a hike to The Wave, a sandstone formation located along the Arizona/Utah border.

The Wave.
Downtown Flagstaff in Northern Arizona.
Desert storm near our house in Phoenix.
Lake Powell.
This photo was taken by my daughter Hannah at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Tourists like to feed the squirrels, so they're a little chubby.
The serenity of the Sonoran Desert.



Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

"Wild Geese" by poet Mary Oliver


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