6.20.17 – “The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
While I don’t share Fitzgerald’s affinity for New York City, or cities in general, I feel the same promise whenever I catch sunrise on the Grand Canyon.
6.22.17 – “…not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.” – Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
6.21.17 – I stumbled upon a group of sheep while out for a short hike in the Valley of Fire. They seemed entirely apathetic to my presence and thoroughly oblivious to the 119º heat. It’s easy to see how they differ physically from their cousins in the Rocky Mountains, seen here and here, due to the climate and landscape in which they each reside. I was really entranced by this ram’s beautiful horns.
6.19.17 – For over twenty miles I could see these bizarre silhouettes as I took Indian Route 59 toward Kayenta into the setting sun. They struck me as fantastical or mythical structures, like something one might see in Lord of the Rings. When I finally looked at a map, I realized these were some of the less-recognizable buttes of Monument Valley. I didn’t realize I was so close, as I had never approached Monument Valley from the south before.
6.18.17 – I just had time to glance through a few photos from last night. I’ll do a much more robust post later, but for now let me get at least one photo up from the Bisti Badlands in the De-Na-Zin Wilderness. It truly felt like being on a different planet.
6.17.17 – It was tough crawling out of my sleeping bag at 4:45 this morning in the crisp 38° air, but the mountain sunrise did not disappoint. This is just one quick edit from a plethora of photos to come later; the Gunnison National Forest around Crested Butte is simply amazing.
6.13.17 – I watched the sun slowly recede across the prairie until it disappeared below the horizon. This dead piñon tree nicely framed the sunset against these towering dunes at the base of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Believe it or not, the dunes themselves are pretty massive, some at over 700 feet tall.
6.12.17 – I’ve got a couple quick moments in Boulder to back up photos and to do a little bit of light editing. A lot of the better images I’m so excited about, I’m actually slightly terrified of editing on my laptop on the road, so those will have to wait until I’m home.
I was lucky enough to stumble upon a secluded town of prairie dogs in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. They were so inquisitive the entire hour I spent photographing them. These guys are even cuter in person than they are in the nature documentaries and on TV!