On a morning stroll in Iceland I came across this lovely scene. I sat here for a while and watched the water lapping the rocks. It had a rhythm that reminded me of the tides of life.
At 100 feet below sea level the ground in Death Valley was scorched and cracked. The hottest recorded temperature was 134 degrees back in 1913.
The further I walked, the better the view became.
Who says photographers can't be friendly? I met a number of really nice people along the trails. This guy didn't know it, but I was using him as my subject.
Finally made it to Death Valley National Park where I hiked the Mesquite Flat Dunes.
The colors are enough to make you gasp, as I certainly did when I saw this scene.
These petroglyphs are thought to be over 1500 years old. To see them up close was like stepping back in time. I found these lining the canyon walls in Valley of Fire State Park.
After an unplanned stop at the Urgent Care clinic for an allergic reaction, I was back on the trail in time for sunset. This is the Fire Wave from Valley of Fire State Park.
Spent the afternoon and early evening at Red Rock Canyon. Here are a few shots from the roadtrip.