Eroded Cliffs I
Carved by the weathered and worn hands of time the sandstone cliff faces are more sculptured totem poles and hidden faces than sheer banks of rugged rock. Craggy and orange they rise up into the vivid blue sky as a testament to all the days that have passed before them. Majestic and tortured into a stunning work of Mother Natures art.
Slowly the soft fluff of clouds drift overhead, below the waving pines stand in their shadowy presence, a stunning landscape of hardship and beauty before our eyes.