Walking through this seemingly desolate wasteland it feels like those moments in life when colors dull, fun fades and life just feels hot and dirty.
Feet hurt, skin burns, blisters form and eyes itch.
But it's more than that…
Beauty is in learning to appreciate clean teeth by feeling the grit and crunch of sand in them now.
Finding shade under monumental sundials and their shadows of time.
Looking for beauty in the details-allowing the small and mundane come to life.
Learning to appreciate our ancestors who traversed these lands on foot…
One dry watering hole after another.
You must open more than your eyes to see it all. There is so much more than rock and dust, sand and soil, and reptilian life.
A cactus shows its life with big red blooms.
Rock and sandstone stand in surrealistic formations.
A 360-degree art gallery you must work to see.
These structures, not made by the hands of man, stand majestic for miles.
Penstemon sowed and cared for by the elements shows nature's true glory.
When the sun sets and the beauty grows dark—a whole new scene begins.
