Ansel Adams- Descriptive Writing Assignment

Flat land surrounds me seeming to stretch on and on. With each step the loose rocks teeters under my weight. Boulders and rocks are scattered everywhere. Small patches of earth peeking out from in between the rocks. I look up and see huge mountains looming in the distance casting dark shadows. Small withering plants lay in the crevasses between the rocks. The sun beating down between the rolling clouds making the air scorching hot. Suddenly I feel very alone in the open land.