In my desperation to get away from the city, I tend to wander about anyplace that has been forgotten or neglected. This old quarry has been a retreat for many years. Left alone for long enough, nature begins creeping in. The holes fill up with water, fish magically appear, cattails begin growing. It can be very beautiful.
That tree in the background is a great big old Cottonwood. I sat up in it during a rainstorm one day. I just wanted to feel the raw air.