I don't know what I was expecting when I went to Arizona last January, but I wasn't expecting the colorful, starkly beautiful, ancient and expansive land I found. It was really something. 

Arizona is so different than Kentucky.  Here in the eastern United States Nature seems gentle, rounded, fertile, inviting, providing, even motherly.  But in Arizona the scale is so large, and it's all desert and red granite cliffs and well, though astoundingly beautiful, the land seems unforgiving.  In olden times someone traveling across Arizona either knew where they could reliably find water (in what they referred to as "tanks") or they perished. Hmmm... maybe not just in olden times. 

If all goes according to plan, I'll be walking across the red granite of the Superstition Mountains east of Phoenix late this upcoming January.  And I'll be hoping to not have to rely on the "tanks" as I'll be packing a LOT of water.  And my camera. Hopefully, some good art will come of it!