I found the remains of this desiccated tree branch lying at the foot of this colourful narrow sandstone corridor, which led to the formation the Coyote Buttes Wilderness Area is infamous for, an area known as the Wave.
There was something water like about the scene. The branch an exotic form of desert driftwood, the rows of multi-coloured sandstone fins twisting and turning around each other like petrified water. The whole scene as if suspended in time.
Muted light evened out the tones and diffused any shadows. Minutes earlier I’d been cursing the cloud cover from robbing me of any sunrise opportunities, but any strong directional light would have rendered this scene with too much shadow and contrast—which goes to prove, there’s no such thing as bad weather.