Thermal inversions in the Moab area are pretty rare, but when they occur it is pure magic. Clouds settle into the canyons, trapped by warmer air above, turning the landscape into a sea of clouds and mist. Red rock spires rise like islands in the fog, catching the day’s sunlight and creating a surreal desert dreamscape.
These photos were taken years ago, in the depths of winter at Dead Horse Point State Park and Canyonlands National Park. We only had small point-and-shoot cameras with us, but Rhonda and I were lucky enough to be in the perfect spot at the perfect time. I’m grateful we managed to capture these moments—another truly magical day in canyon country!
Take note of the one photo of a puffball of a bird. I think it’s a Juniper Titmouse—but don’t quote me, I’m no birding expert. What really cracks me up is how he’s doubled in size. It was freezing when I took this photo, and he fluffed up every last feather to stay warm. The result? A comically round, ridiculously cute little feather-ball. Nature’s version of a cozy winter coat!
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