Knowing the night will be wet
Driving into huge storms, but miraculously weaving between the worst cells. I'm in a deep canyon now, having woken up late thanks to 'canyon dark'. Beautifully moist and cold, after the relentless dry heat of New Mexico. Coffee ... and lots of it. This has done nothing for my photo portfolio. The above is a grab shot with iPhone, handheld over the passenger side. Topaz Sharpen saved the blurriness.
The slanting light, though! As it illuminates the topography. Looking forward to capturing more of this, when I'm not on a schedule to arrive. You can see the color is just barely starting. I hope I'll still be out here for peak, but it looks to be a little delayed this year. It's always a crapshoot, choosing the right week, when you schedule in advance.
So. Hard things. Driving into marching darkness, rainfall increasing, knowing a significant unpacking is required. It is not just daunting, it feels hopeless, facing the dark nothingness with great effort required to find a shred of solace. You just grit your teeth and get on with it. There is no 'try', there is only 'do'. Yoda-wisdom has always been true. Rarely do I celebrate such efforts. I do so today, because it was hard. And I should celebrate even small successes.
More updates as I run by cell service.
