Visual Bling
Needles Overlook.jpg
This evening, a day or two before the super full moon, I found myself on a high mesa completely alone, with a view below of one of the most magical scenes imaginable. I had the place to myself for the entire night, with no human sounds or sights whatsoever. Technically, it is outside the national park, and part of the Bureau of Land Management, which meant camping was available anywhere. There was no wind, no sound, and the silence was unnerving at times during the night, as I became attuned to the sound of my own body. I listened to my heart, my breathing, and the relentless buzz of my own ears. So strange.
Needles Overlook.jpg
This evening, a day or two before the super full moon, I found myself on a high mesa completely alone, with a view below of one of the most magical scenes imaginable. I had the place to myself for the entire night, with no human sounds or sights whatsoever. Technically, it is outside the national park, and part of the Bureau of Land Management, which meant camping was available anywhere. There was no wind, no sound, and the silence was unnerving at times during the night, as I became attuned to the sound of my own body. I listened to my heart, my breathing, and the relentless buzz of my own ears. So strange.