“Look at it. It"s a desert iguana!” Stacie pointed at the huge, beige rock boulder with a wind and sand carved sculpture of a lizard perched on top.
The brilliant desert heat, sweat running from every pore, sore feet, sore muscles, everything was forgotten as she pointed to their find. “The tail is straight. It"s tremendous. How did it come into existence? Darn these straps.” She tore at the camera straps hanging at her side.
“I thought we were taking photos of flora and fauna. That means vegetable matter or living creatures, not wind-sculpted ones.” Bill was used to her flights of fancy, but why become excited about something that gave the impression of a lizard?
Stacie aimed her camera at the stone lizard. “It looks like a desert iguana. See even the side is pinkish like it is in the
