Imagine if you could actually feel surfaces you see. Trace the outline of the formations in the background. Feel the sharpness of the tree branches or the perhaps the softness of the tufts of grass. And now clean your screen.
I’d like to think I’m adventurous. Polite nod to the warning before continuing on the path. Beauty awaits.
With the grandeur of the Badlands in my view, I got distracted by the side of the road. Sometimes there’s beauty discovered when looking away from the big picture.
If only these layers could talk. Well, I suppose they can. To geologists that is.
Yes, still in the Badlands. I think you’d have to be a bit feisty to grow here. This post is in honor of my determined and loving aunt Marian who loved trees.
A beautiful landscape to call home. Where is your playground?
Inspired after a service learning project meeting about the intersection of art and geology. Let’s travel to the Badlands of SoDak.
Autumn seems to be the shortest season. Trying to take in every moment of it as the leaves fall and grass becomes dormant.