Most people drive through it without ever giving any thought as to what is outside their window. Short days and long nights are on the mind. What bar should we go to? Shots when we check in? Will we get a corner view? That’s usually how the trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas goes. For most people it is a long desert highway accompanied by an urge to pass through the desolate landscape as fast as you can.
When you do decide to briefly glance out the window on that drive, you see the hills and mountains in the distance. Then you turn your attention back inside the car and that’s that, it all looks the same.
That’s how it goes for most people.
However, there is something out there and it’s hidden by the nothingness of that drive. It’s how the desert protects itself. It tricks people into thinking that nothing exists beyond the highway. The desert lives and breathes and for the few people who venture out beyond, a sense of uncorrupted freedom awaits.
Some days the only things you hear are the gentle wisps of wind in the distance, followed by the quiet rustle of the creosote bushes. There are no phone calls to answer, no emails to respond to, no bills to pay; there exists nothing except yourself, and the wild world around you.
It is a wild untouched place, hidden by veiled desolation.
(Photos taken during the Wildflower bloom: Spring 2015)