In April of 3014 my brother and I camped in a wash at the edge of the road with this view of Old Paria in southern Utah. I took the foreground around 7 p.m., and after setting the alarm for 2 a.m. went to bed. When the alarm went off, I poked my head out of the tent and found the sky completely covered with clouds. Discouraged, I went back to sleep. An hour later my brother was making a racket outside my tent, and when I poked my head out I found this sky (and my brother asking something like, "Are you going to photograph this, or what?")

(See Vermilion Morning for part two.)