
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 5.

Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 5.
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 4.
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 4.

Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 3.
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 3.

Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 2.
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 2.

Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 1.
This was my first visit to a place that has loomed in my imagination for many years. My California cousins made a trip back east when I was a boy, taking Route 66 through northern Arizona long before Interstate 40 overtook most of that esteemed roadway. They brought me pieces of gift-shop petrified wood. I didn’t have a bucket list when I was seven years old, but I determined then that I would visit the Petrified Forest one day, or die trying.
Lithodendrophilia Series, No. 1.
This was my first visit to a place that has loomed in my imagination for many years. My California cousins made a trip back east when I was a boy, taking Route 66 through northern Arizona long before Interstate 40 overtook most of that esteemed roadway. They brought me pieces of gift-shop petrified wood. I didn’t have a bucket list when I was seven years old, but I determined then that I would visit the Petrified Forest one day, or die trying.

Agathla Peak, near Kayenta, Arizona.
Of all of the contorted features of the landscape in the Four Corners region, Agathla Peak and its twin volcanic cinder cone at Shiprock, New Mexico, are somehow my favorites. Perhaps I read too much Tolkein when I was a boy, but they make me think of the landscape of Mordor: dramatic, oppressive, magnificent.
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