over the past 5 years i’ve grown to love the bare beauty of the desert. there is simplicity in the big heat bleached sky. there is solace in driving for miles and not seeing another person. the empty space gives room for daydreams and remembering.
these photos were taken out the car window along a stretch of highway 8. if you squint at the 2nd photo you can see a black line on the horizon, it is the wall. the obvious absurdity of a wall that tries to be a border in the desert is stark and depressing. traveling so physically close to mexico, my mind filled with all the border crossing stories that i’ve heard from friends and families who i have worked with. there is a lot that haunts that space, the silent weight of hope and fear floating in the heat.