Patina Portrait
F1 #2
Look across the canyon face,
A weathered man holds his place.
With hair of brown and moustache too,
A coat of varnish, earthen hue.
No brush has touched this rocky wall,
Yet nature’s paint outshines them all.
An Old West portrait formed in desert glaze,
Was he a sheriff? Merchant? Who’s to say?
His eyes are gone, worn smooth by time,
Yet still he keeps a watch sublime.
Flume canyon rests beneath his gaze,
An old prospector from those bygone days?
So give a nod as you pass on by,
This stoic stranger won’t reply.
But desert varnish keeps him near,
A patinaed figure from yesteryear.
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Somewhere on the F1 trail, there is varnish on the sandstone that looks a little like a portrait of someone from the Old West.
GPS coordinates of this photo: 39.148763, -108.781902
