
This lucky Turkish Nazar galloped out from Calgary to the far, far West Coast after guarding the family from the Evil Eye.

Here's Nazar on the half shell just before entering the tidepool.

Once in the tidepool, Nazar started confronting some strange and colourful creatures.

Nazar and his mussels.

Nazar thought *I* was crabby until he met this beast.

This critter sings Nazar a ballad.

Who needs friends when you have anenomies?

What would a tidepool visit be without lunch?

That naughty Nazar.

Cuddling

Taking a ride.

Crawling out of the tidepool on a chunk of kelp.

Sunning on the beach after a long, wet photoshoot in the tidepool.

Sunset on the tidepool.

Hahahaha. Ferries make me laugh.

My friend Dr. Jezz aka Marilyn Jesmain is an archeologist and author who lives in an Earthship on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico.

We met up again after not seeing each other for decades here at the the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge. It is a cantilever truss bridge, 650 feet above the Rio Grande River and is the fifth highest bridge in the United States.

This river gorge runs from Taos, New Mexico, through the basalt flows of the Taos Plateau volcanic field.

This is the front of Dr. Jezz's Earthship. You can see the tires here that are used as foundation material.

Earthships are constructed out of adobe and old tires and are designed to harvest every drop of water that falls from the sky.

Tin cans are used to help cement the walls and create a cooling effect.

Here's Dr. Jezz cleaning up dishes using precious water harvested from the rainwater cistern.Satellite communication has made offgrid life much easier.

Jezz saddling up her pony.

Riding through the sage toward the petrogyph sites.

Ancient river bed, rimmed with Pueblo petroglyphs.

This rock surface shows petroglyphs from many eras spanning thousands of years

This Apache symbol looks like it is crawling right out of the desert dust.Hobbing up my horse Gaia at break time. Allows her to munch grass but keeps her from wandering off too far.

I always wanted to be a barrel racer ... how about barrow racer?

We slept out in the yard under the blazing New Mexico starry starry skies.

Hugs for Dr. Jazz, truly one-of-a-kind of friend!

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