Kane Springs

In the fall of 2009, I made my way to Moab for a photo safari.  As I drove into Moab I was greeted by one of the worst rainstorms I have been seen in years.  It was coming down in buckets.  Large waterfalls of muddy brown water poured from the cliffs at every turn.  It was the proverbial torrential downpour.

My plan was to meet up with a friend and camp for the weekend.  The rain was so bad, I could barely see where I was going, let alone see any of the landscape.  My friend had arrived earlier, and with his turn by turn direction, I found my way to the campsite he had found in the rain.  The campground was more of a large puddle, so setting up camp would have to wait.  We decided to wait out the storm in my friends trailer amid the thunderous noise of the downpour.

We got to talking and ignored the rain.  After about an hour, we noticed it had stopped raining.  We decided to get out and check out the damage from the storm and were met by this scene right outside our door. 

What is interesting is that we wouldn’t have thought about shooting at this location had we not stumbled upon it.  And we essentially stumbled upon it in the dark.  The drenching rain gave the landscape a look that is rarely seen in the dry parched desert of Moab, and the skies of the departing storm completed the scene.

It says to me that to find these vistas, the most important thing is to just be out there.  God puts on a performance just about every day in many, many locations.  We just have to get of technology long enough to notice.