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February 26, 2005
Another picture from my trip. This was taken from the Chimney Rocks. After spending the day at Santa Elena Canyon, we decided to hit one more landmark on our way back to camp. We arrived at the rocks right at sunset, with just enough light to find the petroglyphs that we had been told about. They were pretty cool. But this sunset was amazing. We hiked back out of the desert that night by starlight.
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February 27, 2005
As those of you who read my main xanga know, I recently spent a week in Big Bend NP. This picture is of our first sunrise there. The mountain is called Casa Grande and is one of the most popular sites in the park. It was incredible watching the sunlight hit the mountains behind us, before we actually saw the sun itself. But at this moment, when it finally came up over our horizon, the sight was breathtaking. | | |
| sunset, january thirty-first
The sun burned its way out of the sky this evening, leaving behind a pink smoke where it left. At least, that's how it seemed. | | |
| sunrise, january thirtieth
Watched the sun come up this morning in the rearview mirror of Jeff's truck as we drove up to the lease to get his camper. Kind of sad, because when he brings the camper home, that means that deer season is really and truly over. The sky was perfectly clear. And the colors were beautifully arranged around the spot where the sun would be. As if they were heralding its coming. Announcing the dawn. When it finally emerged, it was searingly bright and clear. | | |
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The light retreated reluctantly from the sky this evening. And I was sorry to see it go, too. I knew it would be a dark night. The thick clouds overhead seemed to be pushing the last remnants of the day off the edge of the horizon. But it hung on courageously for a while. When the last haze of light was finally gone, only a few of the boldest stars dared to look out from behind the thick veil. Later into the night, though, I was pleasantly suprised to see that they had triumphed. The gloom had retreated, leaving a sky full of piercing lights. As if to say that light would not be denied. It had the final victory. And I smiled to myself. | | |
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