Arches National park is a place of stunning beauty. It has been photographed with far more technical proficiency that I am able to produce. Yet there is something about my photos that speak to me in a way that the professionally taken photos do not. I remember standing there. I remember the feel of the camera in my hands and the way the wind whipped my hair as I looked up and up at the spires and arches of red rock.
We were dwarfed and humbled by the sheer size of the place.
We walked trails and contemplated the pathway ahead.
But this I think is my favorite picture. It is not technically beautiful, but it proves that I win at meta picture taking. At least for this trip.
Love that picture. I love Arches. Glad you had a nice trip. We thought about heading down that way, but we chose St. George this spring break instead.
We recently moved to Texas after living in Moab for almost 5 years. I miss looking out my window to the cliffs. It is my favorite place.
After this visit, I can believe it. I could love those cliffs as much as I love the ocean. At least I have a mountain I can see from my lawn. I hope Texas brings you good things.