One of the last things I did before leaving Prescott, Arizona, was climb over rocks in Granite Dells near sunset.

Fantastic mounds of rock look like toes or fingers or mushrooms or just about anything else you can imagine.

The neighborhood sits right next to a Rails-to-Trails throughway where you can hike for miles. We scampered up and up to catch the last rays of the sun. On the way we played with our shadows to make living rock art. That’s Joan on the left, me on the right, and Marna offstage taking the photo:

The trees cast their own shadows as the rays of the sun lengthened and color deepened:

I’m a sucker for abstract art, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from the granite walls next to me, their shadowed shades softening to pinks, grays, and blues, painted with aqua lichen:

A chink in the rock showed bright sunset beyond:

Granite walls traced the eons-long pathways of water:

Finally, a tree at the top caught the last rays of setting sun: