My wife and I were on our off time from driving truck, so we planned on visiting Arches National Park for 5 to 6 days. On our previous visits, I knew there was much to be photographed and I knew I wouldn't be able to get it all in a few days. So I picked out what I thought were the most interesting arches and planned on concentrating on just those. After 4 days of disappointment and frustration, I wasn't sure the weather would hold up. It was very cold and overcast. I learned early on about patience and not rushing your shots, but this was getting rediculous. I was starting to question my abilities as a photographer. Was I really meant to do this? After sitting up here at North Window for 4 days, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to best photograph North Window. I kept asking myself at what angle would look best. I tried shooting different angles and none of them looked quit right. As a landscape photographer, the envisioning process is a big part of shooting landscapes. Hours and hours are put into each and every photograph I take. I don't just show up somewhere like Arches and start shooting. I survey an area I want to photograph and I will spend an entire day sometimes just sitting there and studing the terrain. How do I want to photograph this? What angle do I shoot from? Do I shoot from a high vantage point or do I shoot from a low angle? Where is the light going to hit my subject matter when the time is right? Am I trying to hard? A lot of questions flood my head when I'm shooting any given scene. North Window caught my attention the very first time I laid eyes on it. I think the most beautiful arch I've ever seen. On that fourth night, something happened to me that I can't explain. I've never experianced this before. Frustrated and disappointed, I kept the hope alive that maybe tomorrow, I would get my shot. At this point, I still didn't know how I was going to photograph North Window. As my wife turned the corner out of the Windows section, an image just poped into my head. The image was so clear an vivid, right down to every detail of the purple haze in the sky to the cresent moon. To be honest with you, I didn't even realize there was a moon out. I was so tired, I wasn't thinking about anything except sleep. The image that poped into my head was the image you see above. The following night I returned to North Window with that same image in my head. Shortly after arriving, 3 more photograpaphers showed up to photograph that all to famous shot of Turret Arch through North Window. Being the first to North Window, I took my position on the back side of the arch and up on the narrow ledge for the best view of Turret Arch. The lighting wasn't what I had envisioned for this shot so I moved down off the ledge to allow the others a chance. I was really hoping for clouds for this shot to add a little more dramatics to the image, but there were none on this day. I had the other image in the back of my head and told myself there was no way it's going to happen. The image that had poped into my head 24 hours ago. As the sun started setting lower and lower, I noticed something in the atmoshere that made me stop and take notice. I noticed that same purple haze in the sky and cresent moon I saw the night before in my head. No way!! I quickly scurried down the rocks and moved down to a lower position so I had a view point on the under side of the arch. Well, I had taken many different shots from different angles the previous 4 nights with no luck. Where was I supposed to position myself for "The Shot" I asked myself repeatedly. As I made my way to a lower position, I kept my eyes on the ground so I didn't trip and fall. Not looking up, I moved away from the arch to my left and 5 paces and stopped. I looked up and to my amazement, there it was. I quickly set up my tri-pod and camera and composed my shot to what I saw in my head the previous night. I waited a few more minutes for the lighting to be just right and took my shot. I took a quick peek at the shot I just snaped. I was grinning from ear to ear. This was the exact image that poped into my head 24 hours ago as I was leaving the park. How could this be? Was this image instilled in me from the people who walked these lands long before us? Or did it come from a more divine power? I do know this, the image you see above didn't come from me.