Evening breeze, 1951. Sitting on the wooden porch swing as dusk settles over the neighborhood. The steady rhythmic creak of the chains, the soft glow of lightning bugs in the yard. Just listening to the crickets and dad humming a soft tune. Total peace. #PorchSwing #CozyNostalgia #50s

Oh all-knowing neon mage of Escalante, predictor of future events: Will the rain end and the sky clear today so I can brave the slot canyons and slickrock domes?

#blackandwhite #motel #escalante #utah #wetroad #porchswing