You drive through miles and miles of unexceptionable high desert, distinguished only by some parts being even dustier and plainer than others. You take a minor exit, round a slight bend, and there it is: the red rock of Sedona.
Sans warning, it comes upon you all sudden-like and then you’re surrounded by it for as long as you’re in the area. You don’t quite come to take it for granted, but you might stop gasping every time you turn around.
You can’t take it all in. You can’t choose your favourite view. You can’t choose the best place to stand with your camera, or the best way to photograph it. Should you fill the frame or zoom out to capture the immensity and extent of it? Should you shoot at sunrise, high noon, or sunset? Should you look for reflecting water in the foreground or not?
Stop. You’re all right. There is no wrong way to see the red rock of Sedona, and hardly any bad photographs of it.
The only thing that might be wrong or, at least, less than fully good? Rushing it. So, this week, the red rock as seen in reflections.