Another view - lines with green

So I thought, what is the real point of this picture? What attracted me to it and what would I like it to show?
The lines are the real attraction for me, how they weave around and up and down. So the lines, and then the forms that they create and then the colors. These colors represent what I remember seeing, with a slight increase in saturation to bring them out. What do you think?
Posting to the blog reduces the saturation and contrast/vividness.

Lines with Green.

A very mesmerizing part of the sandstone desert are the lines - all different colors and shades of colors and going in directions that are sometimes hard to image a substance as hard as the rock bending like that! Of course, the rock wasn't rock then, but anyway!
The lines strike me a bit like smoke from a campfire - you can look at them and make up stories or hear the song of the ancients or whatever. They offer a steadiness and peace that support us humans as we meander along.

Coyote

While driving to Boulder last weekend, this little guy was standing on the side of the road. I was in my driving mode so had to stop and back up to get a picture. He walked back into the sagebrush and then stopped. Skinny little guy, and Murphy got very excited when he saw him.
Been thinking about the pictures below and noticing that the one I like the most is the horse. The landscape ones are about pretty places but not exciting to me except as a pleasant memory of the place (perhaps because I do not yet know how to do exciting landscapes).
With the horse I really wanted to get a picture of Murphy and the horse looking at each other, but that moment was over in a flash, oh well.

More Beauty

Beauty is ....

There is so much incredible beauty in the desert, from trees to rocks to sky and land and .... For me it goes on and on and it's never "what is there to take a picture of", rather it's how long am I going to spend in one place taking pictures.
This trip we saw a lot of beauty, some of it too vast for me to even try to capture. At another level, the desert primrose, the gnarled trees, yellow rocks placed on a purplish earth - all of them are captivators for me. Often, the beauty that surrounds me is so much that I have to stop and just be for a while.

Room with a view!

While meandering around the Burr trail, we chanced upon an unmarked picnic table. We had lunch there both days - very awe-inspiring to look out and down and around and see nature at some of her wildest. Albeit, quiet - as I told a friend this morning at work, my soul is still spread among these rocks! For both Diana and I, the desert solitude and quiet is regenerating while it slows us down. I don't think I should go to work the day after returning from the desert.
Here's one of the views from the table