and into Picture Canyon.
There, rows of sunflowers formed fences along the dirt road,
as did barbed wire in various forms... .
I thought birds were perched on each post... faucet handles!
Here's looking at you too, Dude :)
This reminded me of a great book I once read - Stones for Ibarra by Harriet Doerr.
Do people today know that places like Monitor Washington exist?
I bought Limata and listened to Salsa here. 