Wide open spaces
The writing was on the wall, for whoever wanted to see it and did the math, trusted science, or just trusted that entire countries do not shut down for a simple cold. And here we are -- words like pandemic and lockdown are not just a movie plot and the times when one could hop on a plane for a short, unplanned vacation seem from another life. Now, more like ever, I feel grateful for all the places I've been, all the views I have taken in, all the people I have met, talked to, had drinks and meals with, have laughed with, all the hugs I have been given and gave. When the knot gets in my stomach and the walls feel like crumbling down on me in this apartment where even the windows do not open more than a few inches, I know exactly where I would like to be.
|View from Artist's Point, Monument Valley|
West Mitten Butte, East Mitten Butte, and Merrick Butte, Spring time.
|West Mitten Butte, East Mitten Butte, and Merrick Butte, Summer time.|
This past summer, I decided last minute to change a planned trip and take a detour to see Monument Valley again. The experience was different, but still extraordinary. The week before I got there it snowed (again!), even if we were already in June. There was so much water, that the entire area was full of purple flowers and everything was very green. Unlike the previous time, it was also crowded with tourists and the tour was less detailed than five years ago. My reward came at the end of the day, watching the sun set over the West and East Mitten Buttes, documenting every change of light and color, looking for the shadow to get bigger as the wind got stronger, just happy to be there in that very moment.