It is hard to capture the landscape of this place in photographs. It stretches forever, in all directions, and each cliffside only seems to make sense in the context of the others. There is a loneliness that stretches for hours, broken up by pockets of civilization. The Native communities are hidden from sight.
The trailers I see in the middle of desert and on the sides of rock outcroppings must be the loners, the rat race dropouts. I sympathize with them without desiring to join them.
