The three people in my photograph are strangers to me. They appear to be a happy family, average folks paused at a rest area between Flagstaff and Phoenix, Arizona while a winter storm passes. When weather erupts from this spot landscape views can become fantastic and approach sublime proportions — as on this afternoon. The family stands together in a tight group. Each of them shows a similar body language, relaxed and open to their surroundings, not speaking and not snapping pictures. I have the impression they are feeling and thinking the same pleasurable things; the same aesthetic emotion perhaps flows through each of them, close to what I am feeling and have felt many times on the very spot where they are standing now. That makes us kindred spirits.