|Southern Utah Funk|
|The Zen of Stealth. Minus Stealth.|
We forgot Stealth. And he was pissed, mind you. But had we remembered to take him, he would have continued his Quest for Ultimate Zen by plopping his fuzzy black-and-white butt near this tree and promptly falling into a state of meditative bliss. Until, that is, the zesty, 30-mile-per-hour-wind tossed him over the cliff (upon which the edge of this tree resides) and into the depths of Bryce Canyon. Then I would have had to trudge back into said depths to fetch him. Unless a foreign tourist (of which there were more than Americans) confiscated him as a souvenir.
**The Seeds Project Interviews is close, my friends. I'm in the final edit. Perhaps just one month more.**
|the famous canyon|