Further along the southern tourism tail we made it here: an oasis surrounded by high sand dunes. Huacachina is a well-known stop but its photogenic appearance and uniqueness that has lured so many before has now lured us.
In the evening sun, walking up through sand we joined others as people congregated to watch the setting sun. A brisk wind whipped sand against my skin but as the light began to fade all sensations of mild displeasure ceased. The cooler air is a small reprieve from the blazing south dessert sun, but now setting the harshness fades and the hardness softens. The orange glows and red glares paint the sand with their radiance.
A sunset moment can never be captured. As a photographer I know this but yet again and again I try in vain. No amount of skill or equipment can contain this short and fleeting but seemingly significant moment.