I am from an area where mountains are covered with pine trees, stands of quaken aspen and shrub oak. The mountain vegitation follows the seasons starting with soft greens in the spring. Summer moves in and the light green shades become deep and dark to be followed by orange, yellow and red when fall arrives.
I have found the beauty of the desert to equal the beauty of the mountains. One cannot out do the other; each presents it own special gifts. The desert is new to me and I am just becoming acquainted with its diversity and hidden treasures.
It has a spirit that quietly and gently draws you to explore and learn more. The mountains of rock change from red to pink and slide into soft peach as light changes through the day. The rising sun peals the darkness away from mounds of rock revealing bright orange rock.
We walked the trails through The Valley of Fire State Park in Neveda and found some of Mother Natures art work. It is hard to wrap your mind around the time line required to create this park. It took thousands of years, for wind and rain working in tandum, to mold its features.
A desert with all its harshness offers a beauty that some how finds the spot in us that seeks and appreciates beauty.
