Shoutout to all my ghouls, beams of light, and rutted fissures out there. Y’all all beautiful!
When I see this photo I can feel that warm desert breeze blowing in like the best hug. This is still one of my favorite places. There’s stillness there, it’s numbingly peaceful, and somehow with just the right touch of intervention. Like most great things in the desert, its isolation allows this distinct atmosphere to flourish, as if it were existing outside of time. The details of this night are just speckles in my memory but the feeling of that wind, of being fully there, is as crisp as a coot call at sunrise (there’s lots of coots there). I do recall insisting we drink Lime-a-Rita’s that night though, that memory is intact 😈
Zion / Abiquiu bc nothing heals like a storm in the desert
Casual morning before work today
These are just some photos of the best times of day so I can implore anyone among you who might be driving from LA to NM this fall/winter to please DM me, thank you. *UPDATE: I found someone but really if you’re coming to NM from anywhere feel free to hit me up ✌️
I’ve been giving running another chance for almost 3 weeks now and I still hate it every time. Last night I slowed to a walk and it was glorious 😌
Our plan was to go to the Grand Canyon and this is where we ended up
I drove into the Black Place cursing the pipelines and praising their dirt roads that saved me miles of hiking. Though my 4WD was certainly easier than the Model A that Georgia O’Keefe used to navigate the arroyos, I still felt myself making the same kind of pilgrimage. O’Keefe would travel 150 miles from her home at Ghost Ranch. She would endure all the same desert extremes, drawn by something that was true to her, and set up camp for days out there. I imagine the “hardships” of an immersive experience in this place were as insignificant to her as they were to me. I simply lose myself in the vast desert quiet of a place that is as much an escape as it is a coming home. Or as O’Keefe put it, “Such a beautiful, untouched, lonely-feeling place—part of what I call the Far Away.” In a few days I head south. I can’t wait to go home.
Public lands + iPhone is basically the recipe for my whole feed. So it feels pretty fitting to wake up in a deer bed today and see some of my photos featured on @apple stories in honor of National Public Lands Day 🤠
I may never know what it feels like to look good in a bikini but I do know what it feels like to swim naked on the side of a mountain w a stranger and not gaf