Fly Ranch Geyser No2
Sitting in wait like a silent volcano the mounded Geyser breathes out a foamy mist into the blue cloud filled sky. Anticipation builds in the air as the pressure builds deep below the earth surface, and we wait, listening, watching for it to erupt.
At it's base the ground holds evidence of it's previous angry bursts, the earth still soggy and the grass dead from its regular drownings. Stand back, the moment could catch us unawares, excitement holds us in its grip while we watch and wait.