The desert has always held a unique fascination for me. It is at once forbidding and inviting. Forbidding because it can be very dangerous. Inviting because of its mystery and beauty. Although it can be incredibly harsh, especially to the ignorant or the unprepared. It possesses an
amazing delicacy which can be found nowhere else. Here is a place so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat, and so hot it will bake your brains; if there's anything there to bake...
There is a great spiritual quality to the desert, and it can have a great purifying effect. This is evidenced by the fact that three of the world's great religious leaders came out of the desert. I have never gone to the desert that it
didn't have a great cleansing effect on me. Whether this heightened spiritual awareness came as a result of the searing heat or the almost tangible solitude, I know not. I do know that it almost always puts me in a more contemplative state of mind, and mankind could surely use more of that!
I began going to the desert years ago after having read Edward Abbey's classic, "Desert Solitaire" and seeing Bruce Barnbaum's book, "A Visual Symphony". Since that introduction by people unknown to me at that time, I have sought to return as often as possible. At first jaded by the
possibility that I might make a photograph, then seduced by the charms only a lover can know, and by the beauty which brought the initial fascination. From these visits have sprung a body of work I call "Hot Lands". It will never be completed...