Rustic, Rural, and Real...
Welcome to Marysvale. See that green roof just beyond the yellow flowers in the distance? It is our privilege to call that house our home. Marysvale is a sleepy little town nestled at the mouth of Bullion Canyon. I love the dark night sky here that doesn't compete with neon or city lights. I love the pastoral scenes, and the good people. I love the sagebrush, flowers, trees, and even the weeds. I love the deer, the turkeys, the rabbits, the fox, and the owl that visit our home.
|This old building is my ONE MILE turnaround spot.|
(The pictures are in no particular order, and
some of the captions were written when the
pictures were taken.)
|Several metal crafters live nearby.|
Margaret, this one's for you!
|Even the weeds capture my curiosity.|
|How can you not fall in love with this place?|
|"Grandma" lives on my friend Pam's porch. She seemed quite perturbed|
when I interrupted her nap to take her picture.
|Wish I could identify all of the flora and fauna. Queen|
|Hiking to Bullion Falls is a favorite activity.|
|My goal is to capture the beauty of the Rocky |
Mountain Bluebird. This picture fails at that miserably.
|When the fog settles over our mountain like a soft, white, winter shawl, I'm glad to be indoors, enjoying the view where it's warm.|
|It's not the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, but it has a beauty of its own.|
|Quaking aspens...the gold mines may lie empty and dormant, but Bullion Canyon is still full of gold in the fall.|
|When our owl came back, it felt like a blessing from nature that all was right with the world.|