I think I might have bored y’all into near stupor with my Mid-Century Modernist preoccupation so I’ve given myself a rigorous telling off and am staying clear of houses in rocks, rocks on the roofs of houses and even rocks in wonderful Palm Springs front yards.
Instead je presente rocks as rocks. Up the San Jacinto Mountains no less. OOh and a coupla’ flags.


Et finalement

Many more rocks (and stones) here: Where’s my backpack?
Great pictures – the second one is so dramatic!
It is pretty dramatic up there in heaven.
Aw Mrs C you could NEVER bore us. And I was SO looking forward to some brilliant modernist concrete building (concrete is made from stones isn’t it?).
Jude xx
Hey Jude, never say never.
Like the title of the second…
Thank you, Mrs.
Mrs J
oops Mrs J.
😉
I love that first picture with the dirt, rocks, and flags, but I’m not sure why. It seems like a picture you wouldn’t find beautiful, and yet it is.
No absolutely not beautiful and yet……
Stunning images, mrs.c! Love, love the second shot.
Yes that really was a moment in heaven 🙂
That sky is so blue, stunning…
uplifting, heart warming, soul affirming blue.
Well said
I was looking at the first photo and thinking that one of those big rocks could come plummeting down at any minute…wouldn’t do those cars in the car park much good. You must have had lovely weather. The sky is so blue.
We had one day of rain the whole time in LA and even then it cleared buy lunch time. How the other half live!