The morning star hung low in the sky against a twilight backdrop, its orange and yellow hues slowly blending to an etheral blue. The sandstone pillars rose against this background like dark pillars, its silhouettes forming otherworldly shapes against this beautiful dawn.
I was transfixed by this scene, the sunrise of the ancients, that was playing out in front of me during the cold dawn of Monument Valley. With every passing minute, the light kept changing: the deep blacks transforming to a pale blue, the dark sandstone buttes becoming vibrant red, the muddy foreground taking on the desert yellows. I waited until the sun crested the horizon and the pillars, spreading light and warmth to the cold dark landscape all around me.
This is one such composition from that unique region of the desert southwest, a sunrise that is forever etched in my mind.
Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park
AZ USA