During the dive away from the Grand Canyon, towards northern Arizona, the landscape grew more and more like nothing I had ever seen.
Around every curve was an entire new world. It was a valley, with sharp red cliffs rising up to the sky. Then around just another curve, the road was on the top of a mountain, looking out over a flat golden plateau. Snow capped mountains stood in the distance.
It felt like another planet. Like Mars.
Every so often was a house, or a trailer, or what could be considered a minuscule town. But mostly, there was no sign of civilization.
The farther the drive, the more alien the landscape looked. Eventually the curvy desert roads led to this bridge. Red mountains surrounded the area, while the bright blue Colorado river flowed beneath the bridge, heading towards the Grand Canyon.
The goal was to reach Monument Valley by dusk, so not much time could be spent in this foreign place. But it stands out in my mind as one of my favorite areas of Arizona.
I hope to one day return.
A bit of a theme has appeared in the garden this year..
My wildflower garden was suddenly a sea of yellow and purple.
A bit of an unusual color combination, but I didn’t mind it!
The Allium bulbs that were planted last fall had sprouted up as fluffy purple spheres.
And the lone foxglove from last spring had certainly multiplied.
It’s interesting to watch what color themes emerge from the garden. It’s always changing.
Along the edge of the Grand Canyon, the Desert Watch Tower stands out. A rocky beacon rising tall above the trees.
Designed to look like the remnants of a tower built by an ancient civilization, the structure was completed in the 1930s and contains a gift shop and many observations points overlooking the Grand Canyon.
A circular staircase rises up four stories of the petroglyph covered tower.
Another reminder of how cold it was!
It was fun admiring all the charismatic petroglyphs on the way to the top. The Desert Watch Tower was definitely an interesting stop along the rim of the Grand Canyon.
Heidelburg street, in East Detroit.
I had seen many pictures of this house and when I found out it was in Detroit, my homeland, I had to go.
I didn’t realize how big the Heidelberg project really was. It consumed the entire street.
The abandoned houses in the surrounding neighborhood stood intimidating against the cold grey winter sky. I’d seen rows of abandoned houses plenty of times before, but this was much larger than that. Many of the seemingly abandoned houses were not quite abandoned though. There were signs of life inside, even if the roof had fallen in.
It was one of many neighborhoods that got left behind. Forgotten as the rich parts of the city grew.
Tyree Guton started this project in 1986 when he returned from the army and found the neighborhood he grew up in, in shambles.
It was easy to see that this project brought a whole mix of different people to this neighborhood, who might have otherwise stayed far away.
It was a cold day, but as we walked around the sun began to come out and warm the street where people were working to rake up leaves, and as the artist continued to work on his never ending art project.