100 Days of National Parks: Day 45 – The Wave, Vermillion Cliffs National Monument

The Wave

There are few more iconic photography destinations in the American Southwest than the Wave in Vermillion Cliffs National Monument, in Northwest Arizona. It’s a mecca for professional and aspiring amateur photographers, along with scores of regular wanderers who’ve done a little pinterest research before setting out on their southwest road trip. The undulating, seemingly unnatural natural curves and striations in the rock pull in visitors from around the globe, and its extreme exclusivity make its permits the hottest ticket in town (that town being Kanab, Utah).
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The Wave

The Wave
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There are few more iconic photography destinations in the American Southwest than the Wave in Vermillion Cliffs National Monument, in Northwest Arizona.  It’s a mecca for professional and aspiring amateur photographers, along with scores of regular wanderers who’ve done a little pinterest research before setting out on their southwest road trip.  The undulating, seemingly unnatural natural curves and striations in the rock pull in visitors from around the globe, and its extreme exclusivity make its permits the hottest ticket in town (that town being Kanab, Utah).

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100 Days of National Parks: Day 29 – Blood Red Sunset, Sequoia National Park

Blood Red Sunset

When it comes to the sunrise/sunset debate, I frankly don’t have a dog in the fight. I know this makes me terrible on first dates, I know that many will accuse me of playing to both sides because I’m weak willed, but frankly, I love them both. Call me a sun polygamist if you will, but be it up or down, I love watching the sun sit low on the horizon, period.

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Blood Red Sunset

Blood Red Sunset
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When it comes to the sunrise/sunset debate, I frankly don’t have a dog in the fight.  I know this makes me terrible on first dates, I know that many will accuse me of playing to both sides because I’m weak willed, but frankly, I love them both.  Call me a sun polygamist if you will, but be it up or down, I love watching the sun sit low on the horizon, period.

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Taking a John-Day in John Day

Sometimes you just need to take a day for yourself, get in the car, and drive until you can’t drive anymore. After a week filled with a lot of emotional and personal frustrations, I headed down to the Portland Saturday Market excited to get out and sell some more photos, only to find all the vendor spots taken and myself left out of the Market for the day. It was a beautiful morning though, the sun casting beautiful morning light along the waterfront in downtown Portland, and I seized the opportunity to head out and look for some areas of Oregon I’d never taken the chance to explore before. I loaded up with all the essentials; half a dozen Blue Star Donuts and enough candy and snack food to last me a week, and set off eastward.

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Sometimes you just need to take a day for yourself, get in the car, and drive until you can’t drive anymore.  After a week filled with a lot of emotional and personal frustrations, I headed down to the Portland Saturday Market excited to get out and sell some more photos, only to find all the vendor spots taken and myself left out of the Market for the day.  It was a beautiful morning though, the sun casting beautiful morning light along the waterfront in downtown Portland, and I seized the opportunity to head out and look for some areas of Oregon I’d never taken the chance to explore before.  I loaded up with all the essentials; half a dozen Blue Star Donuts and enough candy and snack food to last me a week, and set off eastward.

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Sandstone Cathedral

The American Southwest has always inspired me, visually and creatively, in a way unlike any other part of the country. I’ve never been a religious man, but if ever I’ve found a place that made me feel more spiritually connected to it, I surely don’t remember it. Every year I try and get out to explore and wander through the red-rock deserts of the Colorado Plateau, each time trying to find something new, some place where I can reconnect, recharge, and respark my creative engine.

The American Southwest has always inspired me, visually and creatively, in a way unlike any other part of the country.  I’ve never been a religious man, but if ever I’ve found a place that made me feel more spiritually connected to it, I surely don’t remember it.  Every year I try and get out to explore and wander through the red-rock deserts of the Colorado Plateau, each time trying to find something new, some place where I can reconnect, recharge, and respark my creative engine.

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