Life amongst the rubble - The guardians

Tall trees standing guard, with stories of their own to tell,  remind us that this too shall pass and all will be well. They will still be here after this is gone.

Life amongst the rubble - a desert path

What once was a dirt path softened to mud now sports the traces of trucks. These vestiges of work that look akin to rhino skin, will soon pass with time and weather. Along side stands evidence of what had been there.

Life amongst the rubble - on the far side

Mama (Killdeer) pops up to protest my closeness. She runs in circles, she feigns injury, she threatens, she squawks. Her babies are somewhere close by. Satisfied that I mean them no harm she returns to her normal elegant self and walks slowly off into the scrubby dirt/rock pile.