The rains of the day have stopped and it's as if the rays of the sun are pulling the clouds from their low lying rest.
As the earth dries out a landscape that was hidden begins to appear in a mixture of reds, brown and green.
The mystery of a landscape revealed, and the state of nature's abundance animate the evolving scene.
Energy moves throughout the Canyon as the weather shifts, and I sit and watch the clouds fly by.
Light and shadow play--like desire and need-- and I try to find a compromise between the two as I point the lens at canyon wall.
The canyon appears to me like a hulking brown bear whose coat of fur is drying slowly in the evening light.
The sun has set behind me-- behind the ridge-- and the canyon goes dark while the rising clouds hold the light, still.
Finally dusk falls over the entire scene, but the clouds still swirl and throw a little light as they stir.
In the blue hour I take one last look before walking away from a landscape I love.
All photographs in this post were taken on the afternoon/evening of February 1, 2020.