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Shape

Where the camera stops describing and starts painting — motion, texture, and reflection pushed until the landscape becomes shape and color.

Rippled grey sandstone in shadow before a hollow of glowing red rock

Ember hollow

Rippled grey sandstone in shadow before a hollow of glowing red rock.

Double sandstone arch glowing red against a blue sky, the midday sun flaring above it

Sun through the double arch

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

Abstract slot canyon walls in deep red, a silky white and orange wave of sandstone crossing the frame, warm light glowing from below

Crimson current

Antelope Canyon running like water through stone — crimson folds parting around a crest of white silk, an ember of daylight burning somewhere below.

View through an eroded hole in knobby red rock toward mushroom-shaped hoodoos of Goblin Valley, Utah, under a blue sky with clouds

The goblin's window

Goblin Valley, Utah, seen the way its residents might see it — through a window melted out of the rock, a crowd of stone mushrooms milling under the clouds beyond.

Abstract slot canyon of striated curving sandstone in dark red and mauve, a bright molten-orange opening glowing at the center

The forge

Deep in the slot the light collects like molten metal — striped stone bending around a window of pure fire, the canyon keeping its own forge.

Striped swirling sandstone walls of The Wave at Coyote Buttes, a sunstar bursting through the notch between them under a blue sky

The wave, in stone

The Wave at Coyote Buttes — desert dunes that hardened mid-motion ages ago and never stopped rolling, the sun breaking over their crest like spray.

Densely packed hoodoo spires in Bryce Canyon, backlit pale pinnacles glowing against deep red shadowed cliffs

The choir

Bryce Canyon compressed to pure rhythm — rank behind rank of hoodoos, the backlit spires burning like candles against walls still holding the night's red.

Striped red, pink and grey banded badlands hills capped by a dark red rock butte under a cloudy sky, patches of snow in the gullies

Rainbow hills

Below the Vermilion Cliffs the badlands come striped — rainbow hills banded red, rose, and ash, wearing a crown of ember-red stone and the last of the snow in their folds.

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