How could anyone look at this view of the Flaming Gorge Reservoir and the red sandstone cliffs being lit by the morning sun and not feel joy? I know that even though there were clouds moving in that messed up photographing Ospreys a little while later I couldn’t help but feel the timeless beauty of this area touch me.
For a few moments I was transported back to 1869 when John Wesley Powell first set his eyes on this wonderful area and I wonder what he thought of this colorful area of Utah. The dam didn’t exist then and the reservoir didn’t come until much later but those towering red cliffs certainly did.
But that thought quickly slipped away and I photographed this grand view with a lone fisherman out on the water. It was quiet, peaceful and a delight.
Life is good.