My husband hunts dinosaurs. He spends months digging in the dry, dusty ground to expose vertebrae, ribs, femurs, skulls, and if he’s lucky, an articulated skeleton. The work is thrilling, tedious and physical. A hat is his only shade and water must be carried in on his back.
My style of dinosaur hunting is a bit less intense. It involves finding artists’ sculptures of these fantastical creatures—the crazier the better. Vernal, Utah provided a plethora of possibilities from humorous to realistic.
The “terrible lizards” peeked around every corner; some smiling, some roaring.
One even seemed to be swimming through the air. A T. rex appeared to be bullying a triceratops, who wasn’t frightened in the least. A Rodney Dangerfield type—arms and claws extended—gave the impression of imploring an imaginary audience for respect.
A hefty stegosaurus and zebra-like who-knows-what created their own horizons against the sky.
My husband and I share a passion for fun, and because of that, we can always find common ground. How do you find common ground with others?
All photos © Sondra Sula.
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