This is a painting of one of the stones near Dewey (A spot in Arizona where I used to live) that stood at the edge of this granite-carved slot canyon that extended for only about 15 metres, but it was a gorgeous place. Whenever I was there, I felt like i was in holy ground, so I always removed my shoes. This was what I called the "East Gate."
I used to climb atop that rock and do my afternoon prayers, listening to the wind, the red-tailed hawks, and the canyon wrens (who would also sit on the same rock and sing--even when I was sitting there. Man, I miss Canyon Wrens.)
Based off a Photo. This painting is currently in the art collection of Metropolitan Gerasimos, the Orthodox Primate of San Francisco. 8"x12"