Ocotillo in Bloom
Captured on film in Alpine Texas, an ocotillo in bloom against the blue desert sky. For most of the year, these plants blend into the landscape, but when conditions are right, they erupt with bright red flowers at the tips of their branches. It's one of my favorite signs that the desert is alive. Printed on museum-quality matte paper with archival inks, preserving the colors, grain, and character of the original film photograph.
The desert has never felt empty to me.
Long before I ever made it to Far West Texas, my pockets were full of rocks. I spent my childhood chasing frogs, lizards, and snakes through the creek behind our house. Climbing trees. Scraping my knees. Coming home muddy. Swimming until the sun went down.
The first time I drove into the desert, I remember thinking,
I've been here before.
It's the bones. The stones. The quiet. Nothing is trying to be anything other than exactly what it is.
The desert has never asked me to be impressed.
Only to pay attention.