How to Find Compositions in Chaotic Desert Landscapes (Lessons from the Valley of Fire)
There’s a particular kind of paralysis that hits you in visually loud landscapes. You’ve driven hours to get there, the light is doing something extraordinary, and you cannot find a single frame worth shooting. Everything competes. The eye has nowhere to land. I’ve stood in places like Zion, like the Oregon badlands near home, like the painted hills at noon, and felt genuinely defeated by abundance. Too much texture, too many colors, no obvious anchor.