The Return

{Views from Sedona and the surrounding areas}

Twelve years ago, my parents brought to a place filled with red rock and white gravel. It was called Sedona and it completely captivated me, even though I'm pretty sure I couldn't spell captivated at eleven years old. But so began my life long love affair with the Southwest. It's been a tough, long distance relationship for over a decade, until now. I'm back for a week and it might as well be Christmas.

As a side note, I got particularly dirty attempting to capture the chapel at the top of the cliff. Oh the things I do for this blog