Valley of Fire, Nevada. Storms like this don't roll in too often up here in the Northeast so when I get the chance to witness scenes like this it's always pretty special. I was actually in the middle of photographing the sunset to the West when I turned around and saw this storm system rolling in across the desert. I made a mad dash down into this little valley looking for some foreground interest and came away with this image. The clouds here look to me like tendrils snaking down from the heavens. What they're grasping for I have no idea.
The sun sets over Horseshoe Bend in Page, Arizona. For me this was one of the most challenging shots to make ever... My fear of heights (which I feel is justifiable by the ever present possibility of plunging thousands of feet to a gruesome and twisted death) forced me to crawl on my stomach to the edge of the canyon to make this image. That experience alone was gut wrenching enough without having to endure the pitying stares of the other photographers lined up along the edge.
