Sunday afternoon drifted into early evening as I slowly drove some more dusty roads outside of Chino Valley, at the northern end of Lonesome Valley.
The blonde dead prairie grasses from last summer were once again lit up by the low sun. April, springtime, but so far too dry to green up the rangeland much. I parked my truck, Dusty Roads, to get out and walk with camera and tripod.
Wide open country, no cross country powerlines, let alone houses. High, wide, and lonesome. Though not lonely. Too much beauty to savor for it to feel lonely.
I walked up the slope. Going slowly around clumps of prickly pear cactus. Stepping around loose stones. Watching for rattlesnakes. I want to see one again, but on my terms. A coyote yipped in the distance, too far away to spot. God’s dog, awake for the night hunt. The pantry is always open.
Shadows from the buttes and hills longer, longer. Sun just above the horizon, and not for long.
Photo location: Chino Valley, Yavapai County, Arizona.