Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
The lonely twisted tree survives precariously on the very edge of the canyon walls. Wintry blasts and summers scorching heat, have yet to reduce it to cinders. It's roots have patiently dug deep into the rock and sand, as it hangs on with a deaths grip, to the canyons edge. It's scant limbs and sparse needles, always reaching to embrace the sun.