With elbows propped on the side of the balloon basket to stabilize my camera, I marveled at the mystical desert that passed below: the curves of ridges rising from the sand, the swirls and patterns in the sand itself, sometimes the small speck of an animal or a tree, sometimes a colorful balloon floating below.
The rising sun illuminates the fabric in a neighboring balloon as it floats over a ridge.
People talk in hushed voices and the quiet is only occasionally broken by the sound of the burner.
Dunes and ridges rise as sculptures from the desert floor…
as the sun continues its ascent.
An oryx, a species of antelope the size of a large horse, casts a long shadow in the early morning sunlight.
A lone tree also casts its shadow across the barren sand.
Bright fall colors are something to look forward to each year. The leaves of this tree seem to be in peak display!
In Wyoming, there are miles and miles of open countryside under an expansive sky. Here, in this quiet minimalistic scene a tiny pond dots the open prairie.
These two warm glowing sunsets might provide some calm during this busy holiday season. Busy at least in the two places where the photos were taken–Australia and the United States.
East Point Reserve Park, Darwin, Australia.
Peters Canyon Regional Park, Orange, California.
These stately limestone stacks off the southeastern coast of Australia are constantly changing due to erosion. In fact, even the number of stacks is changing but the iconic name is not. Today, only eight Apostles remain in this famous cluster, but many more stacks stand along the coastline.
Finding your favorite boab tree while driving in the Australian outback is not easy – there are so many! You cannot possibly stop and examine all of them to decide. However, when we passed this one I said, “STOP! Turn the car around. I have found my favorite boab.”
Sawn Rocks, in New South Wales, Australia, is an example of a volcanic rock formation called “organ-piping”–it’s easy to see why. On our way to see this formation, a mishap occurred and I’ll share with you the following quote from my travel journal: “Sad day. On our way to Mt. Kaputar NP, I accidentally locked the car key in the boot. The car was unlocked, but the inside latch wouldn’t work. We ended up being towed by a guy named Brian to a garage in Murrurrundi owned by a guy named Ashley. It took a full 24 hours to get the key out and we ended up staying across the street from the garage at a trucker hotel instead of Craigton Resort at the NP.”
All was well in the end and I even managed to take this shot on our abbreviated visit to the park. We had schedules to keep!