In the distance is the shattered remains of an ancient volcano near Bend, Oregon aptly called Broken Top. I have considered climbing it and may go as far as the saddle, but to reach the summit requires technical skills and equipment, such as rope and, no pun intended, that is where I draw the line. I chose this picture for Sunday since the western slope lies in dark shadow against the early morning sky.
I sometimes imagine what this terrain looked like many years ago. When I shut my eyes, I recall childhood memories of scenes from the 1946 Disney movie, Fantasia, in which really scary, big dinosaurs are quickly overrun and covered by molten lava to the percussive sounds of Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. Sometimes while walking among all the pumice, basalt, and obsidian outcroppings of igneous rock, I wonder whether I will suddenly see steam ooze from the ground and feel a portentous vibration under my feet. Fortunately, I have lived another day without being part of a cataclysmic event and am happy to witness this amazing, hopefully dormant, landscape.