About 2 years ago, my wife and I travelled to Arizona to visit some family. The house where we were staying backed onto an overgrown field, with a perfect view of the San Francisco Peaks. The sky was perfect one evening, and so I headed out to capture some shots of the scenery in the light of dusk. I like this photo because it seems to capture the feel of the evening—the wind blowing through the brush, the darkening evening sky, and the shadow of the mountains in the distance.
Spiritual Renewal and Social Transformation
The sobering lessons of early American Methodism.