I walk the desert.
I follow old roads and survey lines.
I photograph what remains and write what stays.
This is a long project about heat, distance, and the quiet work of witness.
I walk the desert.
I follow old roads and survey lines.
I photograph what remains and write what stays.
This is a long project about heat, distance, and the quiet work of witness.
A nine and a half mile hike up Lemoigne Canyon to John Lemoigne’s cabin and mine.
A meditation on the sand, the sky, and everything in between.
Eight miles west of Bishop, the road crosses a shelf of low hills before the Sierra Nevada rises in earnest. The hills top out around six thousand feet.
