Horseshoe Segment, Black Canyon Trail, in Yavapai County, Arizona.
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Horseshoe Segment, Black Canyon Trail, in Yavapai County, Arizona.
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River Walk: Riffle.
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River Walk: Riffle.
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River Walk: Green and gold.
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River Walk: Green and gold.
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River Walk: Horseshoe.
I hiked today along a bend in the Agua Fria River, south of Black Canyon City in Yavapai County, Arizona.
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My original plan was to cross the river, but it was running high, and I was unwilling to wade. True to its name, the water was very fria indeed.
River Walk: Horseshoe.
I hiked today along a bend in the Agua Fria River, south of Black Canyon City in Yavapai County, Arizona.
Please click photo for an enlarged view.
My original plan was to cross the river, but it was running high, and I was unwilling to wade. True to its name, the water was very fria indeed.

White Tank Studies, No. 8.
I have been thinking a lot about black and white images lately, as they seem to capture well the extremes of contrast in the desert landscape.
I am curious to know if anyone still dreams in monochrome.
For about a quarter of my life all of my dreaming was in black and white. I think it must have been from so much of the visual imagery I processed each day as a boy coming from a black-and-white television screen. In fact, all of my television viewing, until the time I left home for college, was in black and white. I didn’t even own a television in the years between the start of college and 2000, when I finally bought one to watch the Olympics. Sometime in the early 1970s my dreams went technicolor, and have never gone back.
White Tank Studies, No. 8.
I have been thinking a lot about black and white images lately, as they seem to capture well the extremes of contrast in the desert landscape.
I am curious to know if anyone still dreams in monochrome.
For about a quarter of my life all of my dreaming was in black and white. I think it must have been from so much of the visual imagery I processed each day as a boy coming from a black-and-white television screen. In fact, all of my television viewing, until the time I left home for college, was in black and white. I didn’t even own a television in the years between the start of college and 2000, when I finally bought one to watch the Olympics. Sometime in the early 1970s my dreams went technicolor, and have never gone back.

White Tank Studies, No. 7.
The sprawl of northwest metropolitan Phoenix can be seen in the mid-ground, about thirty miles (50 km) away.