Sedona, Arizona has become a kind of spiritual retreat. But underlying its trendy appeal is the timeless majesty of canyon land. Here, God paints with a broad brush, creating monuments to eternity on a scale that dwarfs human ambition.
When I saw the massive Sedona Cliffs, rising jagged, like broken teeth, above the roaring mountain stream, I knew I had to set up my easel right at that spot. There was a special quality to the light, firing the wispy mare-tail clouds, gleaming on the distant cliffs, touching the valley trees with gold, dancing on the burbling brook. I know how elusive such light can be. I had to capture the moment before it faded.