When I first moved to the desert (long before Boh and I were pals), I used to head up to the foothills to watch the sunset. On my last night in town, I took Boh to my favorite outcrop of rock to enjoy the view.
I accidentally hit a wierd button while resizing this photo, and got a washed out version that I sort of like:
Here’s a dark version of that shot:
It was an appropriate way to end a lovely week. The high temps (in the low 90s, even at 8 PM) meant that Boh and I had the foothills to ourselves, and it was nice to have some quiet time to reflect on all that has happened since I first began spending the sunset hour up here.
The next morning, Boh and I began the journey east, fortified with a mug of coffee, a pile of homemade cookies, and an abundance of green chile to bring home.
(To be continued…)
That “washed out” photo is crazy! How cool you were able to take Boh up to your favorite spot.