Aware of the sudden chill, Tyler shrugged into his leather jacket and loaded the last roll of film into the Nikon camera. After carefully balancing the tripod on the rocky ground, he adjusted the shutter speed as the glorious winter sun edged towards the rugged western mountains backlit by a hazy pumpkin-colored sky. With his eye pressed against the viewfinder, he felt supremely humbled as he had all afternoon by the stark majesty of this vast arid landscape, so diametrically different from the lush green forests of home.
He doubted even the wide angle lens could begin to capture the grandeur of the wind-carved cliffs of Madera Canyon, bathed in fiery shades of coral and crimson while purple shadows slipped inside the rocky crevices in the rapidly fading light. Very few things that he"d e
