Part of my out and about last Sunday morning took me to a lookout called Buzzard's Rock. There once was a stone wall that surrounded this lookout. It became a popular place for partying, still is, lots of broken bottles and spinning tires. Most of the stone wall has been destroyed and the rest graffiti'd. I walked down into the large rocks at the base of the lookout and got these pictures. When I saw them I thought I'd try an Ansel Adams black and white thing with them. Not too bad. But I guess the bottom line is they're no El Capitan and I'm no Ansel.
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