After a trip TX (sizzling temps, TX-MEX and BBQ), I went to NYC and saw Billy Elliot. Amazing! These kids can move their bodies in ways I never imagined. I'm going back again and again.
I'm on the road again. I won't be able to post with photos, but will be able to read your posts, so I can at least keep up with you all. Hopefully I'll return with some interesting stories, like this Indian American Storyteller. I'll be back with photos next Wednesday.
Each time I complain about the dust, I remember the Anasazi
who lived in these caves. Suddenly, dust doesn't seem relevant.
I'm always in awe of the rock art. (Click to enlarge the images.)
It doesn't really matter what it all means. But isn't it interesting
we still use these symbols (from around 1300 AD, but were around
before even then)?