We all have places that tend to call us back. Back to something so raw and real your heart finds a rhythm not found anywhere else.

My first trip to the expansive Red Desert was in 2011. Endless red, green and tan buttes that fall seamlessly into a desert floor of fragrant sage. Open skies filled with billowing massive and expansive clouds or completely empty, allowing the relentless scorch of a summer sun to pour down upon you.
The wind, an element of undeniable power that you must certainly be prepared for. Rain storms never to be caught in or you may be spending a couple days in your car waiting for quicksand like mud like to dry out. And winters so harsh no human chooses to call this place home. You rarely have a single bar of cell service, and you're lost in a sea of untouched land. Until, of course, you come across the scars humans continue to leave on the earth here - oil, mining, cattle and sheep.
Humans, far too many of them, have a way of disgracing Mother Nature.
Capturing this image made the hair on the back of my neck raise. ICONIC really is all I can think when looking at this remarkable stallion if front of the intense Wyoming butte.