This shoot started out incredibly hectic-- there was a storm rolling in through the dunes. Wind whipped across the sandy hillsides, picking up little grains of sand and spitting it in our faces and violently combing through our hair. The wind and sand beat upon our legs like a million little shards of glass. It was miserable but somehow also oh-so fun!
We ended up having to camp out in the car for half an hour or so with our fingers crossed that the storm would pass quickly and that the sun would come out to warm the sand. Just as we started to lose hope, the sun slipped through the grey haze and shone brilliantly down upon us. Sometimes Utah's bipolar weather can work out for the best (but as a photographer, most of the time it just makes things extremely inconvenient).