MOAB

Desert. Pure. Desolate. Beautiful.
I spent a week camping in one of the most incredible, most intricate, rawest places in the world. Moab, UT.
I felt like I was in a different world, an alien on a distant planet - out of place. The rocks have personality, the have feelings, they are ominous, and playful. Huge boulders, gaping arches, warm sandstone - wrapped in absolute silence. There are different types of beauty. The beauty of a female form, the beauty in a sunset, the beauty of the ocean. Moab has a very particular beauty. You are in awe of the "out of place" visuals and "not quite right" placement of rocks and aged stone. Some part of you wants is irked by the twisting, manipulated rock.. but another part of you is captivated by the curves, the shadows and the absolute nakedness of the landscape.
The rocks change colors through the day. From gray and blue in the morning, to the absolute brilliant red of the afternoon, your eyes are never confident.
Every second is a mystery, every moment a feast for the senses.