It was 1999, and I was living in the USA. My Californian wife (now ex-wife) and I, plus some of her friends, were in the process of travelling to see the Grand Canyon. Along the way, we encountered many sights, but none as breathtaking as the glorious pinkish-orange sand of the Coral Pink Sand Dunes State Park in Utah.
After a short walk across the shifting sands, my then wife proceeded to clamber up to the top of an especially large dune. I pulled out my disposable plastic Fujifilm camera and got into position. I moved to a point where a cloud was forming a rough halo around her and snapped the finnicky little shutter down.
It was one of the last photos I made with film actually. It’s significant because it also respresents how I was trying to frame the world in a more creative fashion many years before I became interested in photography and imagery.