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
6.19.17 – 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.
6.13.17 – 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.
6.5.17 – I watched the sunset over the reservoir in Earlysville. When the light faded, I shot an 80 second exposure to smooth the water below the bridge, although the highlights where car headlights hit the water still retain some detail and choppiness.
8.12.16 – I don’t know how this shot eluded me, but it was buried on my hard drive.
3.5.17 – This sunset slowly shifted from a fiery orange to a cool purple. Magnificent.