60 mph winds scraped the land and ripped red dust into the sky. My teeth were covered, my eyes, shut to slivers, screamed from the grit. After ascending the rise, a blood sun sent his minions at me, but I was sheltered by the Totem.
I think that is how Paul Atreides felt during his exile to the desert.
I wasn't even going to get up this morning after a long night of star trails, but, on 2 1/2 hours rest, I saw some epic clouds racing towards the sun. Apparently, a coyote saw them too and decided he would follow.
A half moon rose over my shoulder providing the soft foreground illumination about twenty minutes after the sun had set. This is 6 equal exposures blended for focus. Each frame was shot at 2.8 to preserve the fixed stars.
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Just returned late last night from a 9 day trip to Arizona. I spent much of my time deep in the sandstone on the Navajo Reservation as well as the wastelands around Page and Lake Powell.
This is a shot from the last evening of the trip from Lost Dutchman State Park, just east of Phoenix. The park rests below the western flank of the Superstition Mountains and is one of the most beautiful state parks I have ever visited!