I encountered on this day a husband and wife from the British Isles. The man held a camera and looked toward me quizzically, seeming a bit frustrated. Wandering places like this in hot weather I rarely meet anyone, except the occasional taciturn man, often driving a truck lifted absurdly high off the ground.

I felt kindly toward the foreign guy. He came over and started talking to me, solemnly moving his head side to side.

“Too bad about the cloudy weather,” he said. “I can’t catch the colors.”

He was referring to the pink and orange details on the land.

I said: “You can fix that with a computer.”

The fellow looked confounded, so I stopped talking, wandered off and went on picture-making. I got these two photographs in the hour after the tourists left with their visit undocumented.