East of the Chocolate Mountains, in the spaces between ancient rock formations and volcanic remains the downward sloping desert lands are etched with lines. They emerge from everywhere and converge on creeks that lie nestled between the slopes. All dry today, but the paths are clearly marked for the water to follow when heavy rains come and this arid landscape is rapidly saturated. I have photographed this desert before as I fly over it frequently. Each time I study the lines beneath me, I see new designs as if the canvas has shifted and the artist has added new flourishes and brush strokes.
True image, color saturated and polarized.
sweet photo! Most of my existence as a photographer comes form the bottom of a canyon, not 10000 feet above it.
Thanks. It’s a real gift when you can get both perspectives.