Girl On A Mountain

Had a lovely hiking date with my granddaughter yesterday.  We drove 30 miles and 7000 vertical feet to the top of Mt. Lemmon and walked a little bit of the Meadow Trail.  Many of the dead trees from the 2003 fire have now fallen, leaving copious material from which someone had built a couple of shelters.  How could a five year old not explore them?

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What a sweet afternoon.  Chilly, but beautiful.

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She slept all the way back down to Tucson.

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Look.  Really look.  How many times have you been driving home in the afternoon and suddenly realized that you missed the sunset?  You were listening to the radio, or talking on the phone, or thinking about dinner, or whatever.  You missed the sunset.  That brilliant beautiful thing that fills the sky every night.  If you can miss that when it’s in front of your face, imagine all the small inconsequential things of beauty that you miss all day long.  That is part of what being a photographer is.  Your job is to see the things that other people overlook, record them, and put them where they can see them again.

Mila Paints On Mt Lemmon

Last Saturday, Mila and I went out to the woods.  We took along some snacks and some paint.  We went to a mystery location on Mt Lemmon and found a suitable place to leave our treasures behind.  It was a nice little ledge behind a small tree.

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Then we each painted several small rocks and arranged them for future explorers to find and wonder about.

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I somehow neglected to get a photo of her painting, but here is proof that she did.

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