Venture #2 | Celeste Johnson

(NOTE to Dr P - After today's class, I realize that I misunderstood the assignment and wrote a story revolving around an object I saw instead of just describing what I saw. So here is a different thing I saw and wrote about. Hope you understand!)

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. One in particular is a majestic mountain side which caught my eye. The coarse red rocks jut out here and there in askew angles. Some of the etched grooves 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. Mother Nature's artist ability constantly astounds me.