Easter Morning Mountains

I rose before dawn, threw on a tee and some shorts and walked the short distance into the desert state trust land on the other side of my street. There is where I waited for the sun to rise and wake up the mountains and the desert.

What you see here is the result of my early rise. I didn't go to a sunrise mass or service, I'm Catholic but not all that religious. But I'm spiritual. I believe that there is something spiritual about these mountains, the Santa Ritas. They capture your soul. They aren't just any mountains.

It's just hard to explain.