An area of the Owyhee Wilderness Area known as the The Tules: I hiked out to the rim and simply waited. Watching, listening, pondering: the beauty and quiet of the area saturating my soul. The light was still making up its mind, the sky agreeing with that sentiment.
Photographs don’t always arrive on a schedule, especially on the edge of a deep canyon. Most of the time you sit and let the elements settle the argument. Finding myself in a location like this one, and the ones in this chapter, feels less like work and more like privilege, reward, honor.
I know I am a guest, the benefactor of a unique and glorious display of nature's multi-colored palette. And I know each visit may be singular, so the imperative is to capture what is freely given so it can be unselfishly shared.
A good evening in these environments rarely feels dramatic while it’s happening; it’s hours of quiet waiting that condense into a few honest seconds. The picture is only a trace of that patience - a little proof that you were there, willing to wait for this part of the world to show its best self.