There is a pilgrimage I like to make once a year to the far North edge of the Great Salt Lake in Utah. Like most things that are a challenge to our senses, this landscape is an acquired taste. But once experienced, it’s a place that is difficult to forget, and for me, it’s the phenomenal magic of the place that keeps me returning. Snow, rain, wind and blistering sun.
A horizon line that at times is only recognizable between the mirroring of sky on flat water.
A flat land that tumble weeds blow across and snow squalls dance through.