Got up this morning and did an homage to one of the most stunning landscapes I have ever witnessed. In 1977 we were motoring between Kayenta and Canyon de Chelly in northern Arizona when I spied a mesa that went all the way across the horizon in a razor sharp straight line, with a just a blip at the very end.
Mickey Free was always reading clouds. He saw animals in them, he saw the future, he saw sign. Was he serious? Who knows? He was a coyote, after all.
I actually spent the better part of two days working on this ambitious little puppy.