“Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
The desert often fills my dreams, leaving me longing for vast expanses where land meets sky, the silence. While I sit here the deserts wait, waiting for me to make them real again.
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Adan and I slipped away for some exploring in the Joshua Tree back country. Took the low road in through a wash and canyon, the high road out on ridges and peaks. Don’t let the sunshine fool you; daytime was in the low 40s and high 30s with nighttime temps dropping as low as 17 degrees.

More photos here:
Sweeping the Garden

