Even in the low-contrast light of  an overcast sunset late-afternoon, Fisher Towers is a remarkable piece of Earth. As they emerge from the larger mesa on the left, these spires of Cutler Sandstone, capped with Moenkopi Sandstone and stuccoed over with iron-rich red mud, stand out in wonderment. The geologic forces that began the erosional cycle of the towers originated with the igneous intrusion of a great laccolith that is seen now as the La Sal Mountain peaks, reaching 12,000+’, dark in the background. Unseen at my feet, the Colorado River churns its way to destiny.

This land is “owned” by the Bureau of Land Management, BLM, which means it is owned by all of us; and as “Public Land” it is our job to see that it is preserved for everyone to enjoy. The “Colorado River Road,” Utah Highway 128 is fairly short, but it is filled with the beauty of landscapes such as this. My dear friend, Kevin Desrosiers, and I came upon this scene a couple of years ago as we headed for Moab down the River Road.

A focal length of 210mm, the extreme long-end of medium-telephotoland, gave me the relatively narrow slice of the scene that I wanted and some magnification, as well. An aperture of f/20 with the camera-to-subject distance, provided depth-of-field; and a shutter speed of 2.0 seconds in the waning light at ISO 100 gave me an overall medium exposure.

This land is our land. I think it’s time we began to treat it, as every other aspect of our Democracy, as what it is, which is to say “Sacred.”