A couple of years ago on my teaching blog I mentioned The Zone and its role in our photographic adventures. I told the story of when I was 11: we drove to California, and along the way we stopped at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. We stopped about a third of the way along the Dunes Drive where the sand dunes start to get interesting, got out and posed for a picture, then got back in the car and drove the rest of the Dunes Drive, past the giant, pure, glistening mountains of perfect white sand. We couldn’t get out again and play on them because we had to be somewhere – Yuma or something – by a certain time.
I rehash this because while I was looking for images for another blog entry, I came across the actual picture of us at White Sands that day.
As you might have noticed looking over my blogs, I have been back to White Sands a number of times, with some photographic success. Here is the most recent.