Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park is a sacred, special place. Located along the northeastern border of Arizona and  southeastern Utah, and wholly within the Navajo (Dine) Nation, it is a land of massive sandstone buttes and mesas enfolding five square miles of lithic beauty tortured into being by the erosive passage of time, water and wind. Looking eastward just after sunset into the face of a rising full moon from the western edge of the valley, the iconic salutes of the mittens beckon welcome to the rising orb.

A focal length of 52mm, normal to be certain, allowed me to isolate the famous mirrored buttes behind a pair of steeply tilting broken slabs of de Chelly Sandstone with Sleeping Ute Mountain on the edge of distant Colorado in the background. An aperture of f/22 allowed for depth-of-field; and a shutter speed of 2.5 seconds at ISO 1oo gave me an overall slightly darker-than-medium exposure.

As the viewshed swings far to the north (left) and out of the frame one can see the rise of Utah’s Cedar Mesa where the Bears Ears await their fate. Our public lands should never doubt their absolute significance as touchtones of our collective experience and markers of our common wealth. As I fight for their preservation, I likewise struggle for my own.