So, after posting the last blog entry, I happened to be going through my old photos (old meaning from 2012) and I discovered this shot that I took on the Skutumpah, a road that cuts from Kanab to Cannoville in Utah.
It’s not the entire staircase, but you can see it, right? Reds, whites, greys, and finally the pinks, which is Bryce Canyon.
Phew. Mission accomplished.
I feel like photography has become for me a giant scavenger hunt for certain almost cliched landscape shots. When I say that out loud, it sounds super lame, but perhaps we all learn initially by imitation. I don’t know. Fingers crossed.