Sandstone Sanctuary — Metal

I first wandered into this corner of Devil's Garden in my mid teens, and something about it took hold — orange rock jutting at every angle, leaning, stacking, crowding the space like a city built by geology. It was the place that sparked my love of the land. I returned in my early twenties with a large format camera, determined to make sense of the chaos. The challenge was finding order in the disorder: letting the warm late light pick out each face and ridge while green junipers anchored the composition from the margins. A deep blue sky pressed in behind, storm-tinged, making the sandstone glow hotter. What I found wasn't a landscape to conquer but a place to be held — stone walls on every side, ancient and close, like a sanctuary you stumble into and don't want to leave.