I was looking through some of my photographs from last summer and I ran across this one. It had been a really hot July day and storm cells had been moving through all evening, making for some very dramatic skies. Between making runs for the car for sandwiches, rain jacket, and more film, I managed to get some really good stuff. I was just about ready to leave at sunset, but the sun poked through the western clouds just before it sank beneath the horizon and illuminated this rainstorm as it moved over the mesa.
I wonder how many generations of Anasazi Indians watched sunsets and storms from this same spot?
Gordon Dietzman