Jay had an overnight trip to the copper mining town of Clifton, AZ. He invited me to ride along and since the camping gear was still out I tossed my lists aside, threw the tent in the back of the van, grabbed the dog and jumped at the chance to photograph a new venue.
Although Lily and I ended up hoofing it around the little town we were able to find a
plethora of interesting photo opportunities.
Clifton is the birthplace of Geronimo.
We camped across the road from the San Francisco river.
Photo credit goes to Jay on this one. This big horn sheep was grazing along the roadside when we drove into town. It didn't appear to be the least bit camera shy.
I didn't see any information on how Clifton got it's name but after viewing the precarious setting for much of the housing it seemed a fitting name.
Jay had an overnight trip to the copper mining town of Clifton, AZ. He invited me to ride along and since the camping gear was still out I tossed my lists aside, threw the tent in the back of the van, grabbed the dog and jumped at the chance to photograph a new venue.
Although Lily and I ended up hoofing it around the little town we were able to find a plethora of interesting photo opportunities.
Clifton is the birthplace of Geronimo.
We camped across the road from the San Francisco river.
Photo credit goes to Jay on this one. This big horn sheep was grazing along the roadside when we drove into town. It didn't appear to be the least bit camera shy.
I didn't see any information on how Clifton got it's name but after viewing the precarious setting for much of the housing it seemed a fitting name.
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