It was the middle of November, just a couple of weeks ago, when southern Utah began to feel a bit wintry. Bev and I were van-camping, mostly at BLM dispersed sites, when the sky clouded over. Scenes like this one in the Valley of the Gods were intriguing but also ominous:
A theme began to take shape in my photographic forays. Eroded cavities in sandstone surfaces began to fill with rain and melted pellets of snow. These ephemeral pools soon became a favorite subject and I shot many photos of the reflective pools.
One morning following an evening of showers and brief snow squalls was sunny, if not very warm. I enjoyed seeing distant water-filled pockmarks in the tops of mesas:
This sign at a trail-head amused me:
The top of a natural sandstone bridge offered some unusual views, speckled arrays of reflective pools:
I’m guessing that within a few days the sun dried these kettles, but for a few days the creatures of the rocks had plentiful water!