Mother Nature's Canvas | Celeste Johnson

Soft brush strokes, followed by a few dainty smatterings, are just part of the painted canvas in the Cedar canyons. Like a sponge, I try to soak in all I can see. Mother Nature's artist ability constantly astounds me. One in particular is a majestic mountain side which caught my eye. The coarse red rocks jut out in here and there in askew angles. Some of the grooves etched look like the inside of a half-eaten Butterfinger. Other parts look crumbled, from years of varying weathers. Sparsely dotting the side of this mountainous face are little green fluffs. It kind of looks like Mother Nature took her paintbrush and flung green globs of paint at the canvas.