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this land in a way is hollowed ground. foot steps of my grandfather are still in the dust and air.
" ‘in the desert,’ wrote balzac, somewhere, ‘there is all and there is nothing. god is there and man is not.’ it seems to me that the strangeness and wonder of existence are emphasized here, in the desert, by the comparative sparsity of the flora and fauna: life not crowded upon life as in other places but scattered abroad in sparceness and simplicity, with a generous gift of space for each herb and bush and tree, each stem of grass, so that the living organism stands out bold and brave and vivid against the lifeless sand and barren rock. the extreme clarity of the desert light is equaled by the extreme individuation of desert life-forms. love flowers best in openness and freedom.” - edward abbey

it is not much of an exaggeration of the truth to stay the great salt lake/desert is in my backyard. this series is my wonderings in my backyard, finding my place, my sense of self, with camera in hand. in my solitude.