It’s been 9 years since I packed up my car and drove out here from the Northeast. There are times, even now, that I am in complete awe of the surroundings here. At times it has moved me to tears. The picture above does actually capture what the sunset here looks like on occasion. I have seen people in their cars pull over just to watch it.
When I arrived here I thought in time I would take this all for granted. That somehow seeing a saguaro cactus silhouetted in the setting sun would get old, or seeing the mountains shadowed in their crevices in the evening would eventually lull me into a state of complacency. At this point this has not and will never be. Each trip out of the house, each trip across the state yields more than I can take in sometime. A few weeks ago I drove through the Painted Desert on the way to Monument Valley. I had never seen mountain sides striated in shades of lilac and lavendar. It almost didn’t look real.