Monument Valley III
In the foreground lies the hard desert sand, upon which grows desert sage—silver-grey, low-growing, resilient. It is everywhere in this landscape; it belongs here as much as the sand and the wind.
To the left stands a Utah juniper. Twisted, stubborn, it has stood in this spot for decades.
And then, in the centre of the picture, the West Mitten. Next to it, set back slightly, the East Mitten. To the Navajo, they are not rocks — they are beings. A male, looking east. A female, looking west. For millennia they have gazed at one another, across the desert sand, across the sage, across the gnarled juniper trees.
The black and white strips them of their colour. One does not miss it.


























