There’s something magical about being in the desert at sunrise. The unobstructed view to the east gives you a tell tale glow in the minutes before the sun peeks over the horizon. Soon blades of light sweep their way over the tops of the redrock.
One of my favorite places has become Courthouse Towers in Arches National Park. While other photographers crowd into position at North Window, I’m alone on a slickrock shelf looking at ripples in the desert sand as the towers capture the morning light.
I’ve come to know every rock and grain of sand. But it’s never the same. Each time the light and sky work together to create a new image.
Soon, it’s all over. The golden glow of first light gives way to daylight. The the desert comes alive for another day.