The Wild West

Soaring spires rising from a desolate rocky landscape interspersed by dusty road threading the undulating red rocks. This was the scenery that I found myself immersed in a sojourn in the desert southwest. Coming from the greenery of the Pacific Northwest, the stark red terrain felt as alien as the landscape on the moon. And as the glaring desert light started to fade, the hues tempered to the deeper shades of red and finally black, leaving behind inky dark silhouettes against a pastel shaded sky.

And this cycle reversed again in the morning: the light from the rising sun slipped through the fingers of earth and filtered through the clouds, creating fleeting visions of shadow and light on the monumental landscape around.

All this in one 24 hour cycle. The photographer in me wonders what an entire year would bring.

Desert Southwest
UT / AZ

Last light on the Wild West

The John Wayne country: a vast expanse of red sandstone monuments erupting from the undulating desert wasteland. It may seem like a forlorn place seemingly in the middle of nowhere, yet the iconic buttes shaped over millennia by wind and water erosion are some of the most photogenic structures of the multitudes in the desert southwest.

My sojourn into this desert plateau took me around the varied valleys with each turn bringing up a new view. As the sun started to sink towards the horizon, these buttes took on even more color, the iconic red that personifies this country. This was my attempt at capturing these massive monoliths catching the last light of the sun.

Monument Valley Tribal Monument
AZ USA

The Two Towers

There is a place in the US that is called Monument Valley, enshrined in the minds of many as what the American West looks like. It may seen implausible, but until you get to that valley in the Four Corners Area of the lower 48, clustered with vast sandstone buttes towering towards the sky, you won't get to realize why.

I stood in the heart of Monument Valley one night, watching in awe at the night sky in utter darkness. In front of me, the bright band of the Milky Way rose, a tower light light marching towards eternal darkness, eclipsing the silhouettes of all other sandstone buttes. The sky was a glittering carpet, with far more stars visible than the average wilderness, thanks to the atmospherics of this isolated place. I watched satellites crawl on the canvas of stars, shooting stars scintillate for a fleeting instance, and the slow march of the stars around the Pole. I was lost in time and space.

Every time I look back at the photos, my memories flash back to that cool evening, tramping over rocks and avoiding cacti, and trying to catch that jewel-like night sky. This one was captured at ISO 3200, at F4 for 30s

Monument Valley Navajo Monument
AZ USA

The Desert Life

It was but a mere few shoots of rabbitbrush poking through the dry sands of Monument Valley. And while it was still a rocky desert early in September, that dawn, where I came across this brush thriving in the parched landscape, was still freezing cold.

I had paid a visit to Monument Valley a few years back, hoping to capture some of the magic of the wild West. But instead, what I came across were magnificent landscapes sculpted by the wind and the sand, with towering buttes constructed of red sandstone rising hundreds of feet from the rolling terrain below.

During this trip, a sunrise tour deep into the heart of this Navajo monument brought me face to face with some of its famous rocky denizens waiting to catch the morning light. After capturing the first rays of sunlight peeking through the sandstone buttes, I shifted over to the untouched sand-dunes, wherein I spotted these groups of rabbitbrush not just surviving, but thriving in this harsh landscape. The edge-lit sand-dunes provided the perfect foreground for this memorable scene, which I captured at ISO 1600, at F11 at 1/250s exposure.

Monument Valley Tribal Monument
AZ USA