Geronimo's Cabin

Deep in the Prescott National Forest is a legendary cabin.  To find it you must be lucky or guided or know someone who knows someone.  There are no directions; no trails or roads to speak of and no cell service.  Geronimo's cabin stands preserved and respected by those who stumble upon it.  
Several pairs of boots are strewn about the cabin, and one sits on the mantle beside an old tin can of dried flowers and twigs.  
The cabin is built into the hillside, nestled into a large boulder.  The stove pipe emerges from the old tin roof:  a reminder of warm nights.  Though the story goes that he went to the mountains out of a broken heart and lived there until his death in the early 50's.  
Lying in the grass in the sunny forest below the cabin, I could feel why the woodcutter Geronimo chose this place.  It is secluded and not near an obvious water source, miles and miles to the nearest access point.  If you want to be left alone you go where no one would think to look.  
Some people understand the forest is where to go if you want to heal.  
I do.  
Geronimo did.
  

infrared excursion installment #2

this was a very cool place to spend the day.  i was with the horses for a couple hours (hard to photograph with infrared film due to exposure times) then i went up to the old homestead.  didn't see another human for about 6 hours.  the homestead is nestled in a mountain range in central Arizona. the granite boulders surround it like silent watch dogs (more likely silent mountain lions sitting up there.)
  

infrared excursion

i am extra busy with school (web design - yikes) and with an amazing e-course for creatives by 
Kelly Rae Roberts.  check her out!
my most recent adventure was photographing an abandoned homestead about a mile from my horse pasture.  although i find this place extremely peaceful, it does look like a horror movie should be filmed here.  here is the first shot; more to come.
big love to all my new sisters