The day I was on my way to Competition Hill, the brakes on my van gave out. But with some persistence, maybe a tired right foot and thankfully enough road to roll to an eventual stop, I arrived in time to catch this mammoth dune taking on the rising winds of the Mojave’s sinking sun. Out there the sand stands over 400ft above the rest of the immediate desert and the the play between light and shadow exhibits the epitome of any photographer’s lust for light or the lack of. It’s where you wished the sunset stretched past its given minute and stole a little of the evening’s hour. #35