This and the photo above are in Monument Valley. In the 1920s a settler enticed John Ford to travel here from Hollywood, and Ford filmed a number of Westerns here, including Stagecoach (1939).
A Navajo back yard behind the RV park, smack in the middle of Monument Valley:
The rock from which the town of Mexican Hat, Utah derives its name:
We had never heard of it, but when I saw the sign pointing to Valley of the Gods, I knew we had to go there. With a little imagination, this rock looks like a Southern belle:
This Navajo girl posed for me in front of Canyon de Chelly while her mom sat in a pickup truck weaving on a hand loom. Navajo spell the canyon “Tseyi,” and the pronunciation is roughly like “Shea.”
And of course I had to have one of these:
A Navajo back yard behind the RV park, smack in the middle of Monument Valley:The rock from which the town of Mexican Hat, Utah derives its name:
We had never heard of it, but when I saw the sign pointing to Valley of the Gods, I knew we had to go there. With a little imagination, this rock looks like a Southern belle:
This Navajo girl posed for me in front of Canyon de Chelly while her mom sat in a pickup truck weaving on a hand loom. Navajo spell the canyon “Tseyi,” and the pronunciation is roughly like “Shea.”
And of course I had to have one of these:
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4 comments:
I enjoyed the photo tour, Bob. You are truly in a different land than New England. Very monochromatic compared to the blaze of fall here, but lovely in its own way.
I liked the pix too Bob. Espcially the last one;-) New Mexico is lovely.
Monochromatic is a fitting word. In the spring, though, when the cactus bloom, there are bright splotches of color. And my neighbor's climbing roses are still blooming on Halloween.
Cindy, where is your blog? I can't reach it.
Hllerman is a loss--I'm another long-time fan. In a very different way, so is Studs Terkel. Anybody with Chicago in his background knows him well, and he was a terrific force for good.
Your pictures are lovely. I never got there back when I lived for a few months in Santa Fe, which I regret. Maybe I'll turn up on your doorstep one day looking for directions.
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