An hour out of Bryce Canyon, the view is very different.

The sun is quite low by now.
At sunset.

Doesn't this look like the Great Smokies? I will post those pictures at a later time.


I captured the most beautiful scene with my eyes, not my camera. I was driving on the ridge of a hill at sunset. The road wound along, turning north and west. The land beside the road was filled with withered grass, having already gone through its life cycle by the end of June. It was a shimmering field of gold in the setting sun, sparkling lights reflected by the stalks undulating in a gentle breeze.
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