Autumn in the fog
Fog lifts off the slope and every aspen answers in orange and gold, the dark firs holding the line between.
Mesas stacked into blue haze and brush lit amber in the last minutes of the day. The Southwest, photographed slowly.
Fog lifts off the slope and every aspen answers in orange and gold, the dark firs holding the line between.
Straight up from the cool of the shade — two arches of red stone holding a piece of sky, and the sun burning through the gap they leave.
Arches National Park, Utah, 2019
The last light burns along the horizon and the desert brush catches fire for a minute before the dark.
A Japanese maple with the sun behind it — every leaf a small lantern, coral where you expected red.
Range behind range of mesa fades into blue haze, the desert stacking itself toward the horizon.
Two tulips at the end of their bloom, holding nothing back — the last thing a flower does is show you everything.