The Last of Arizona: Part 1
Three weeks. Two cameras. One man desperately speedrunning all his favorite photography spots.
The sun begins to set over the dry desert landscape, washing everything in hues of orange and pink and purple.
Everything settles as the sky fades from a bright pale blue to the clear, inky black of night.
Slowly at first, and then all at once, shimmering stars begin to pierce through the night sky; the full moon bathes the landscape in an ethereal blue glow.
Off in the distance, a coyote’s howl shatters the silence of the desert night.
I have two weeks left before I leave Arizona to move to Denver, CO. I wasn’t expecting to get the job I applied for, but when the call came in that I did, it was time to put my money where my mouth is and agree to move to a new state and start a new adventure.
I accepted the offer on March 20th. My start date: April 19th. I have three weeks to pack all my stuff and get it shipped, and one week to get myself up to Colorado and find a place to live.
This also means I have about three weeks to run through all my favorite photo spots in Arizona one last time. My first official trip on this blog is going to be an effective speedrun of them before I finally escape the desert wasteland that is my home state.
Wish me luck.