Collection of loose leaf photos from Arizona to Colorado. Road trip is always fun with a camera.
The first night it rained heavily in Page, Arizona. Once it passed the landscape revealed a different textures, aspects, and motions. It’s humbling to have observed the rare instance of it.
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.
Photography some times feels like a fools errand–trying to capture infinity with a finite tool. The psyche of the landscape was so dynamic filled with unimaginable textures, unheard of colors, and irresistible contour. I picked up some earth sample and rubbed it on my hands, smelled it, and I melted for I felt molecularly connected.
Going through Lower Antelope feels like flowing through her hair–the waves, lines, and color.