Valley of the Gods and My Truck (Day 126)
Dirt road. Southeast Utah. A little to the right of Monument Valley. Did I mention dirt road? Aw screw it, just pictures and call it good. Hopefully you like images of reddish rock outcroppings.
And road. Images of roads also.
These rocks all have names.
But the names aren’t particularly interesting.
Or descriptive, imho.
But, you know, having a name or not doesn’t really change the rock.
I mean, if it’s a good-looking rock, who cares what its name is?
And the names are just arbitrary anyway.
So if you need names, make up your own I guess.
Technically speaking, the road has a name as well.
But name or not, it still just takes you where it takes you.
I don’t know what the weeds are called either.
Pleasant rocks. By which I mean they were rocks that were pleasant. It was a sentence fragment.
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Rocks; yep.
Wait a second … I feel short-changed. No truck pictures.
There aren’t any photos of gods either, unless you’re seeing metaphorically. In which case you might as well see my truck there as well (in some part also because it actually *is* in a photo — I think).
You’re right! I do see your truck now. Turn this in to a Where’s Waldo … you could hide your truck in strange places.
I would think that you should like John Ford Western movies just so you could appreciate the framing among the red rocks of the 4 corners area. The movies are also edifying and involve gunplay with Colt 45s & lever action rifles as well as the John Wayne Boogie. Even a Howard Hawks western should please your jaded eyes. Rocks become far more interesting if the Apaches have an ambush set behind the rocks.