I was six years old the first time I came to Far West Texas. It is still the place I come to be centered and where I feel most myself. I like being under the huge skies, below the mountains, and in the middle of the subtleties of the desert.

It’s mysterious why this place – of everywhere I’ve ever been – made itself THE place. But it did.

Davis Mountains State Park, Texas
photographed 5.14.2024