Between work and some expensive home improvements, I decided to take a break from daily life.
Joshua Tree National Park occupies a special place in my heart. For one thing, it is the first National Park that I ever visited. This first visit was in July, 1989, just after I'd moved to California from my native Long Island, NY.
I feel so alive when I'm here. Even when the park is crowded, I can find isolated spots where I can enjoy some solitude. Staring at these desert sentinels, in the early evening light, with a light breeze rustling through the dry grasses, I can just "be."
It almost looks as though these Joshua Trees are contemplating their fallen companion.
I parked my vehicle along the Old Queen Valley Road, and shot these two photos as the sun was going down.
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