Introducing his book, Desert Solitaire, Edward Abbey wrote, “most of what I write about in this book is already gone or going under fast. This is not a travel guide but an elegy. A memorial. You’re holding a tombstone in your hands.” Without intending it, I realized a few years ago that the same has become true of many of my photographs.
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 →