BlackRockArt
Staff
Where Dinosaurs Roamed
After an arduous trek through the blistering southwest wilderness, a shallow valley beckoned my weary legs for a short reprieve. As I dabbed away rivulets of sweat from my forehead, I reached for my water bottle. But before a single drop could meet my lips, a curious sight gave me pause.
Gingerly I tiptoed closer. They weren't mere unusual rocks, but what seemed like gargantuan eggs that had burst open!
Goodness, had I just gatecrashed a dino brunch? Or had I uncovered an alien spaceship parking lot? Were these cosmic eggs waiting for the right moment to reveal their contents? My inner Kubrick was tingling with possibilities.
I whipped out my camera and snapped a few shots, hoping that I wasn’t about to be greeted by a cosmic chicken with a penchant for privacy.
I then retreated cautiously, not wishing to upset whatever might dwell beneath the wildland.
Back at home, I was awestruck reviewing the images. The radiant cores, the sheer size, the broken shells on the ground! The Bisti Badlands had truly delivered a spectacle of egg-ceptional proportions.
Fingers crossed that someday, a particularly astute egg-spert deciphers this scrambled enigma!
Bisti De Na Zin, NM
Oliver
After an arduous trek through the blistering southwest wilderness, a shallow valley beckoned my weary legs for a short reprieve. As I dabbed away rivulets of sweat from my forehead, I reached for my water bottle. But before a single drop could meet my lips, a curious sight gave me pause.
Gingerly I tiptoed closer. They weren't mere unusual rocks, but what seemed like gargantuan eggs that had burst open!
Goodness, had I just gatecrashed a dino brunch? Or had I uncovered an alien spaceship parking lot? Were these cosmic eggs waiting for the right moment to reveal their contents? My inner Kubrick was tingling with possibilities.
I whipped out my camera and snapped a few shots, hoping that I wasn’t about to be greeted by a cosmic chicken with a penchant for privacy.
I then retreated cautiously, not wishing to upset whatever might dwell beneath the wildland.
Back at home, I was awestruck reviewing the images. The radiant cores, the sheer size, the broken shells on the ground! The Bisti Badlands had truly delivered a spectacle of egg-ceptional proportions.
Fingers crossed that someday, a particularly astute egg-spert deciphers this scrambled enigma!
Bisti De Na Zin, NM
Oliver