“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
-John Steinbeck – The Grapes of Wrath
This is one of those beautiful places that stick with you long after you leave- The Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado. I remember laying in our tent on this particular evening after this sunset, listening to winds up to 60 mph howl over the peaks above us, while barely stirring the flaps of our tent that was nestled in the shelter of the mountain. I experienced how nature can change in an instant as we were hiking on the dunes in the late afternoon and the hot sun turned to cold wind in under an hour. We had to hustle down off the dunes as we were fast becoming chilled to the bone and pelted with sand.
You tend to get to a point where you have to give in to the power you are witnessing and just let it take a hold of you. When I look at photos from this place, I realize that it has yet to let go.