The winds shift the sands in the desert,
the sea in slow motion.
The dunes do not choose the snaking patterns they sport,
nor the direction for which they’re bound.
nor the direction for which they’re bound.
Adrift in the vastness of a dry misunderstanding,
they live in the perfect beauty of accepting their fate as it presents itself.
they live in the perfect beauty of accepting their fate as it presents itself.
These sand dunes were photographed in The Great Desert of Altar (aptly named) in Sonora, Mexico. Located near the shores of the Sea of Cortés and its particular hue of blue, they provide the sensations for an otherworldly experience.
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