Pinyon atop Shafer Canyon
The local landscape was transformed from desert red to crystalline white while I dreamed. Several hours of snow the preceding evening blanketed the junipers, the sandstone, the pricklypear; alabaster paths beckoned me, trackless, unmarred, as I walked to work. Clouds — a novelty in our annual 300 days of sun — hung low, scraping the buttes, dangling wispy hems into the canyons. Casting a magical spell on visitors and staff alike, light played on opposing cliffs as the sun’s shafts punched openings in the glowering sky. What a day; what a glorious day.
Ranger Kathryn's Arches 
Nice shots!
Comment by leroque — January 26, 2012 @ 7:35 pm |
What beautiful photos, Kathryn! The wonders never cease!
Comment by Ann Rabie — January 26, 2012 @ 9:01 pm |
They certainly do not cease, Ann. I am blessed.
Comment by Kathryn Burke — January 27, 2012 @ 9:06 am |
‘Fess up. Those photos were taken by Ansel Adams, weren’t they? Not by a mere mortal. Oh, what a joy to be walking to work that morning. No matter where you looked you must have found more beauty than in the last glance.
Comment by Mom — January 26, 2012 @ 9:05 pm |
It is impossible to take a BAD shot when the scenery is so stunning. I had my camera at my side and ran out the front door at least three or four times (in between occasional visitors) to make shots as the sun came out. The top one was composed 15 minutes before the visitor center opened, just out in front of it across the street. Indeed, this is what I look at every single day. Some days, I hasten to add, are better than others. It’s all about the clouds.
Comment by Kathryn Burke — January 27, 2012 @ 12:03 am |