I don’t get often to Nevada. The last time was in March 2015, flying into Las Vegas to drive north to Zion. We spent a night and a day in Moapa Valley to visit the Valley of Fire State Park. Both town and state park completely cured me of all prejudices I had about Nevada. Moapa Valley is a small relaxed community with lots of local artists and friendly people, and the Valley of Fire State Park is an amazing piece of landscape that is on my list of places to return to.
Typical views are like the ones above, and full of interesting details. Can you spot the head below in the image above?
Everything here is created by light and shadow, and changes within minutes.
One can go instantly from harsh contrast to soft pastell. You would think a landscape like this can cure every ailment of the soul.
From there, on our way north, we passed through another little town: Mesquite, Nevada, not even 40 miles northeast. Little did we know about what had taken residence there a few months earlier, brooding, breeding the incomprehensible.
In Memoriam, once more: Las Vegas, October 1, 2017.