One Time I Saw Morning Come Home

Flowers gather in a meadow as if to worship the rising Sun. They know the Light from whom they gain life giving warmth.

With the passing of the darkness of night, the dews distill upon the surrounding blades of grass. Similiar in commotion to the gathering of instruments in an orchestra.

The night frosts retreat.

With everyone in place and as if in a demonstration of love and an expression of gratitude, the flowers spead their petals, reaching heavenward, giving themselves to the light. While surrounding dew drops, as though fans in a great colliseum, unaware of their own beauty, they themselves reflecting the Light, witness the beauty of the flowers. All this during the return of morning.

On this day, in the simplest unadvertised way, I saw morning come home.

Photos and text by Quinn

My title
"One Time I Saw Morning Come Home"
Comes from a book by Clair Huffaker, a relative.

MOAB HUMTHIS 3 of 3 - You had to be There

Have you ever known someone who just seemed to be there for everyone, one who is always making a sacrifice to serve their immediate or extended families, going beyond the honorable and reasonable commitment to make life a little easier for someone else, putting aside their own wants and desires not to mention their needs; working long hours and long shifts not because they necessarily enjoy their work but because they want to provide something nice for a loved one, perhaps something a little extra on a tight budget? Have you ever known someone that has the personality to make strangers feel like a long time friend? Have you ever known someone that, when you’re around them they give you the feeling that they know who God is and often demonstrate their faith in Him? I do to. It’s his birthday and I’m happy to celebrate his life. Happy Birthday Garth!

Hey, there are no signs to tell you not to cross the little wall, c'mon!
Just one more step and its only 1999 feet down and not 2000.



His first time on the edge. Ya right!

When we first showed Bailee the above picture....

AHH, an ant just bit me on the thumb!AHH, this rock just moved . Someone pull on my feet!

I really am stuck. Please come out here and help me.

After viewing these pics, Bailee made her observation known.

(I think Garth must be sitting to her right)

Our friends from Germany.

I don't know. I think all of their brains were squished out when they climbed through the hole in the rock wall.

" See! Now isn't that a better view!?" " Oh yeah!... Ahh! don't let go of my arm!"

" Trust me sis. I won't let you fall."

"This rock wasn't wet when we got here!" "I know. I'm scared"

Who is calling who a Lizzard?! Look at him basking out there on the edge, just 2000 feet off the valley floor!

I'm sticking with my Big Sister and NOT my BIG brother - thank you!

I'll hold on to you and you take the picture. You can trust me. Ask any of my family. :)

Duck, duck, goose, Lizzard!, duck, duck goose.

Down hill "Rock Surfing"

...and Bailee's statement after viewing the "Rock Surfer".

Can you spot the Eagle in the nest?

Pose by professionals. Do not try this at home. - photo by Linda.

MOAB - HUMTHIS Part 4 of 3

Sometimes I don't know my left from my right (ref. last post).

By popular demand, "Me", I am including a special section, part four of three.

Please make note that this stupid rattle snake is supposed to be the last picture on this post. (You'll know why when you get there.) But as I kept grabbing his tail to drag him there he kept jumping back to here. And it's late so I left him. As it was in real life...as we tried to save this little bad boy from sudden death, as he was crawling into some unsuspecting lady's backpack which she stashed under her car, death that would have come at the peircing scream of the lady who would of happened upon him, we were able to redirect him, but later as he ventured across the pavement he was taken out by a pair of 6ply steel belted radials just moments later. Note too that it took nearly fifteen minutes of breathing into a paper sack before this lady was able to be calmed. Next time I am going to give her the sack.

Balance (Rock) in your lives, come from your wives. (one ea.)

Be informed. If you visit the "Arches" in Moab, there is this group of people standing in front of every notable photo spot waiting for you to take their picture. They're friendly but do not feed them.

Smile fast! Some other guy is waiting to take his picture here.

You've gotta quit telling people that there are rattlesnakes in the bushes.

The "Jaws" of Maob. I just named it myself.

Mom! They're staring at me again.

I'm not coming down until you say you're sorry.

Hold still so I can take your picture.

Hey, Look! Our shadow looks like two people standing in the desert waiting to have their picture taken.

Color coordinated chameleon charactor.

Please. Just one more picture together. I'll let one of you push the button.

It doesn't matter what the picture is, just as long as you're in it.

But he said I could push the button.

Gosh! I told you I heard something under there!

We have lift off.

Three Smiling Sisters Arch. ...But there are more!

(Landscape Arch) Wives in front please.

I know. I know. There is a rattle snake under this log that I am sitting on. ha ha.