I like this photograph – and not because I am a warmth-starved Canuck in the middle of a long Canadian winter. I like it because it speaks to me.
Oh I know, that’s a cop-out.
Let’s see, why does it speak to me?
I like the blue sky – the warm, azure expanse overarching the desert scene.
I like the deep, black road with fresh, yellow paint – how it rolls invitingly into the distance – into the future – as if the mystery is only moments away from being solved.
I like the hillsides which are so unlike anything a Canuck like me usually sees – the cactii, the red and brown rocks which radiate warmth to the surrounding air.
I have always loved the role of perspective in photos – near stretching way out into far, creating an urgent, almost palpable desire to explore.
Yes. I think that’s why it speaks to me.