Greeting The Day

In Zion we had held our breath. In Monument Valley, we exhaled.
In Zion we had held our breath. In Monument Valley, we exhaled.

At Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park, Arizona

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At Monument Valley

When Monument Valley came into view we’d resigned ourselves to somber, agitated weather—there wouldn’t be any spectacular Arizona Highways sunsets on this short visit.

I parked at a roadside lean-to and started a conversation with Travis, who was there selling his hand-made jewelry. The healing necklace I purchased for my wife, with its subtle turquoise hues, is as wonderful as the story Travis told me about how he pre-visualizes each crafted piece.

“Honest, Mister, I was just lookin’!”


Headlights search the thickening darkness as a family returns home to Monument Valley.