Sands of Time

DSC_7317Not really.  Maybe. I feel stuck in the sands of time right now.  However, instead of time running out, the hour glass keeps getting flipped before it has a chance.  Me, I’m that little grain somewhere in the middle….every single time.  That is not a complaint.  Not really anyway.

I don’t even remember where I was going to go with that.  Sands of time.  Time in the sands.  Sandy road.  This road, it made me uneasy.  I love old dirt roads.  I hate old dirt roads…the long and the unfamiliar.  The ones out in the middle of nowhere, deep in the heart of the canyon, with nothing for literally miles upon miles.    This one was especially taxing; especially, when I hit deep rutted muddy spots and this very sandy, sandy road.

I don’t know why they make me uneasy.  Those roads mean I am out in the middle of nowhere with plenty to see…sometimes.  They also mean that I am often alone, no one to call, and if something was to happen….well, who knows how long I’d be stuck.  In theory, I shouldn’t even have been on this road.  It was recommended for four-wheel drive only.  Some of my paperwork indicated I do indeed have a four wheel vehicle….I do not.  I knew I didn’t, but I think at that moment I really needed to believe that I did.  It was worth it.  The world didn’t end and nothing bad happened.  So there’s the sand of it all I guess.  A grainy annoying substance that is beautiful but can also leave traces behind for years to come….for some of us anyway.  I’m convinced that there is still sand in my back up from the last time I went to Assateague…four years ago.  Anyway, not really the point.

What was the point?  I am not even sure, I took a second and got distracted.  Anyway, these sands…Utah.  Canyonlands National Park, or some part there of.  I was hunting burros.   I didn’t find them the night I took this.  The directions I was following were meant for people with knowledge of the area and that on top of the fact that it was getting late, I was tired….the burros would wait until the next day.

I created two different versions of this picture…kind of.  They are two different photos with only a slight variation.  Not enough you can even pick up on it unless you truly study it for a minute or two.  They were taken at dusk, but I wasn’t sure what I really want to represent with them.  Sadly, I am not even sure that I remember what it looked like.  Just that there were miles upon miles of sand…rolling sands, a sea of sands.  I like both pictures but I guess it really just depends on what mood you are in.

I hope you can pick one to like, if it is not both.

DSC_7319Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.

~Montana Rose Photography~

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