The towering ridge of a sand dune in the Arabian Desert points to the afternoon sun.
The Cravens Peak protects unique red sandy dune fields gibber plains semi-permanent waterholes and Coolabah woodlands.
After I climbed on to the sand dune in the light rain and gusty wind, the rain stopped and sun peeked out.
Glow from the distant Shaybah oil field turns the Saudi Arabian sky purple as a man dances atop a nearby sand dune.
Neither: it's Cedric, a steward on the train and a keen footballer, who is running up the dune to make sure it is safe for passengers to trek up after him and view the Atlantic Ocean from its summit.
From dune 45 I proceed to Big Daddy, the highest dune in the world, and then it's on to the salt and clay pan of Sossusvlei.
My grip on the control bar was painfully tight as I ran down the lip of the dune.
A wide shot might best portray one desert, while a close-up of one plant struggling to survive on the side of a dune might best represent another.
At dawn, three weeks before the winter solstice, the last tendrils of fog curled gray against the pinking sky over a sand dune on the eastern edge of the Namib Desert.
Between the shore and the inland edge of the dune field, sand alternates with vegetated ground.
One grain of sand cannot avalanche, but pile up enough grains of sand and you get a dune that can trigger avalanches.
Dawn is ideal dune-viewing time: stay inside the park boundaries for those early starts.
Running down a dune is easier than trekking up it, especially when you bound in great leaps and fly through the air. We return to the train for showers and coffee like happy Bedouins.
Like a sand dune, the pavilion appears smooth on the side that bears the full force of the wind and rough and textured on the other side.
My LED headlamp lit the white sand dune.
All of the sand dunes, however, form part of a larger dune field nearly encircling the lake.
