This is the kind of arid but grand landscape that called Wallace Stegner back from the green hues of the East Coast. — Zion National Park, Utah.
“I came from the arid lands, and liked where I came from. I was used to a dry clarity and sharpness in the air. I was used to horizons that either lifted into jagged ranges or rimmed the geometrical circle of the flat world. I was used to seeing a long way. I was used to earth colors—tan, rusty, red, toned white.”
— Wallace Stegner
“Finding a place: A Migrant Childhood”
Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs, 1992