Easter Storm On Mesquite Dunes

Rushing toward the desert monsoon I sought to capture a rare midday storm. We arrived to the valley of ever-changing dunes with quilted layers shifting in cadential form. Isolated and distant beneath purple majestic peaks whose grains of time find harsh deposit. Ocean winds once prevailing now serve faithless creeks meandering through limestone composites. An expanse where time ceases and wind erases, sounds existing only between the spaces of my steps. Shimmering purple hues and tumultuous lightning amazes, awakening childlike wonder in sacred vortexes. This afternoon midnight sky sings to me a quiet minuet, falling upon the desert’s newest sapphire silhouette.