Happy New Year! My pick for the January, 2020 Print-of-the-Month is titled, Indian Summer Glow. Indian summers—periods of clear, warm weather that extends into the autumn season—are common in the high desert. Although some of the deciduous trees are yet to change into their colorful autumn displays, there is often a palpable quiescence in the... Continue Reading →
When you’re in the desert, you look into infinity. It’s no wonder that nearly all the great founders of religion came out of the desert. It makes you feel terribly small, and also in a strange way, quite big. ~David Lean It’s a chilly autumn morning in the desert. I am still in my sleeping... Continue Reading →
Only discord can come of the attempt to share solitude. True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One's inner voices become audible. One feels the attraction of one's most intimate sources. In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives. The more coherent one becomes within oneself as... Continue Reading →
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places? ~Mary Oliver It may be that the last couple of years have been the most difficult in my life. I may elaborate on the reasons in a future post, but I will say now that my recent... Continue Reading →
I went to visit with the canyon that has been a friend to me for all these years—the first of many canyons I came to know in this desert that is now my home, where I spent my first of many nights gazing into the cosmos through the arc of an alcove and felt free for the first time in my life; the canyon where, in the course of decades, I have come, time and again, to heal and to renew, to contemplate the great questions of life, to break down and to grieve, or for no reason at all—the canyon where the life I live today had began.
Nothing in the world is permanent, and we're foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we're still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it. If change is of the essence of existence one would have thought it only sensible to make it the premise of our philosophy. ~W.... Continue Reading →
This article was adapted from a piece I wrote for PHOTOGRAPH Magazine in 2015. Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease. ~Naguib Mahfouz After three days in the canyon I finally settled into the rhythm of the place. Around 5am each day, just before first light,... Continue Reading →