Monday, February 25, 2013

Lunch in Sedona

 Dad if you didn’t know, has a plane.
And for the first time since we’ve started doing this it’s in AZ with us and also not broken.
So a couple days ago Dad said “Hey we’re flying to lunch. In Sedona.”


Roosevelt Dam. 

Teddy Roosevelt lake. 

Giant cave with a parking lot on top.

We’re not in southern AZ anymore. That’s snow, right there.


Orange cliff face.

Weird shape rocks.

Gosh wow. 



Some kind of trainer plane landing.

Dad’s Cessna 180

Panorama: Sedona Airport.

View from lunch.

Crazy plant.

Neat old car in the parking lot.

Alternate view.

So if you walk out of the airport down the road you get to a sort of scenic lookout area. 


Panorama: Sedona. 

Dad had heard there was a trail or something so we got directions from the attendent at the lookout and walked down the hill. 

Some kind of weird plant. 

We eventually found a park area, and tried to go on the particular trail Dad was looking for.
There were signs, but they were confusing, and we went the wrong way.

It was weirdly not very hot.


Dad Hiking.

Panorama: If Dr. Seuss drew this tree it would look more real than it does in real life.

Panorama; Scary tree.

Detail: The dirt is red, and the moss is this crazy aquamarine colour that really works.

Detail: Natural colour pairings.

Scene: Some kind of energy vortex?

Portrait: Dad, Feelin’ the vibes.


It was just crazy.

The airpot is real–life version of something I would put in Legopolis, you can’t really tell but the ground just sort of ends, right there.

Portrait: The fence was locked, which was probably sound.

So this plane was landing and I had maybe two second to take a picture so fast as I could I switched my camera into manual {I thought} and fired off a couple frames. 
Turns out I had set it to A-DEP and the frame in–camera was completely black. 
I somehow rescued it in photoshop. 
A-DEP: Automatic Destruction of Every Picture.

Back in the wild west of time there were roaming gangs of Rock–Bandits, who terrorized the landscape, until one day The Lone Rock Ranger rode into town and rounded them up, stuck ’em in rock prison. 
Now tourists think these pillars of contained evil are just trail markers, but the rocks remember.
They remember a day when all this was water and lava, and they wait for a day when the weak ephemeral metal rusts away and that time comes once again.


It seems strange to me, a guy from Alaska, that the ground could possible be this colour. 
That anything natural could possibly this colour. 
In Alaska natural things are either brown or green.

Yellow plane landing

Strange rocks on the way home.

More strange rocks.

The landscape.

A lake.

The sun.


  1. Absolutely beautiful. Did you have a good lunch?

  2. I, for one, think you take great photos. Your Grandpa Bill and I grew up in Michigan where the soil is brown, when turned over it became reasonably workable and originally had good nutrition content. After the trees and rocks were cleared, the farmer had decent soil to work with. I too was surprised to see my first sighting of red soil in the south. Red soil is largely barren, often rock solid and lacking nutrition. Takes more work to produce. Then we have the sandy white soils around the coastlines. It's an amazing world. Love the character in those tall, barren and odd trees.

  3. I wonder what Canon dude thought it was a good idea to put an automatic mode way over there by the manual modes. Shouldn't it be down there with Portrait and Landscape?


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