This is one of my favorite photos of all time. It took a lot of adventure power to get it. I had to sneak through the Navajo land in the dark. Through the legendary land of the Skinwalkers - dark magic creatures that are sometimes animals, sometimes men, with eyes that glow in the dark, they run at mach speeds.
A night of sneaking - lights off - tiptoeing around the Indian fires. The Navajo were drumming and singing that night. Their ghost songs were echoed through the valley, where the rock mesas stood like tall black giants all around us. They must have been singing the songs of the cloud people because the wind that night was unlike any wind I have ever felt. It shot down in bursts like some sky god was chucking windballs with all his might or perhaps the Skinwalkers were just running in circles around us blowing past with sonic booms.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain the feeling of vastness that night had. With a sky more immense than all the oceans. Darkness pouring in through the top of your head. Ten trillion stars and they are all watching your every footstep. You are so tiny and alone and the wind is trying it's hardest to carry you away. So many times I thought it would, sweep me off and up and disappear me.
* the glowing orbs in this photo are the grains of sand the wind was pelting all night*