Over the holiday weekend, a few friends and I crawled out of bed in Indian Wells, CA, and headed out for Joshua Tree at 4am. What an overwhelming honor it is to greet the sun as it breaks through the horizon. (Note to self: Become a morning person.)
I was never exposed to the desert growing up in the Midwest. But there something so resilient about it, isn't there? I guess that's what makes it so beautiful. It's serenity and strength and wowee (!) its colors.