The SILENCE
Edward Abbey called the desert a "holy land" not for its gods, but for its indifference. He spent a season alone at Arches and came back with a book that has never quite let me go. I named this collection after it. Not to claim his words, but because "Desert Solitaire" is the most honest title I know. Some books become part of how you see.
The desert taught me there are kinds of silence I had not known existed. Not the absence of noise, but something with actual weight, settling into you slowly the longer you stay.
Here nothing makes a sound without a reason. You become aware of your own breathing, and then your own smallness. I am still trying to understand how to bring that back into a photograph.
Silence has no image, but it lets me see differently.
Here nothing makes a sound without a reason. You become aware of your own breathing, and then your own smallness. I am still trying to understand how to bring that back into a photograph.
Silence has no image, but it lets me see differently.