In 2019, my sisters and I flew to Utah to spend time with our brother, his wife (really she’s like a sister to us), and our two nephews. I had been there before during my months-long cross-country trip, where we went to Arches National Park, mountain-biked in Moab, and wandered through the red rock canyons, swirled into swoopy shapes. But I hadn’t been there since. One afternoon, we went for a walk in a nearby park. The views were stunning, mountains rising right at the edge of the park, grey rock and sheer almost vertical walls … with a valley below filled with yellow waving grass. As always, I took dozens of pictures, but this one is “the keeper.”
