The desert speaks in silence. Under a crescent moon, mesas stand sentinel over petroglyphs carved by forgotten hands—the voices of the ancestors. A lone figure walks slowly into the shadows, as if on a pilgrimage with no end.
From the stillness rises a question, echoing across time:
“Is there anybody out there?”
I am Charles Paul Jones. Photographer, dreamer, witness. This website is my own Ancestor Stone—carrying forward the voices I’ve heard and the visions I’ve captured. I invite you to walk with me, to see what I’ve seen, and to share in the journey.
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