*Photo taken by me: October 8, 2017*
The Rocky Mountains are young, rough and wild. The way the stone jut out of the ground, violently and forcefully, takes the breath away.
At sunset in Utah Valley, the last rays of the westward sun lights up the rocky surface, painting the uneven facades bright gold. This, combines with the fall foliage turning to various shades of red, and orange. The evergreens as vibrant as ever, and the dusty rocks varying in shades of gray, brown, and yellow- all the colors contrast against the grey sky, so dark it is almost blue. It’s all so peaceful and quiet on a Sunday evening- its almost spiritual in it’s beauty.
Bringing Mae Flowers 