Until early October I’m trading the tidy confines of my office-cum-spare bedroom for the expansive elbow room of the desert Southwest. If plans (and weather) hold up, my friend Ulrich Rossmann and I will experience new-to-us locations in several states, including New Mexico, which until now has always been a bit too far away.
Here’s a rocky duo from northern Arizona from 2012, and a wish that autumn arrives with gentle hands.
I search for surprise in my architecture. A work of art should cause the emotion of newness. —Oscar Niemeyer
While I’m in the Southwest during September…I think I’ll look for a plate of bacon and eggs instead.
A bachelor’s life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner. —Francis Bacon
However it’s framed, life on the grasslands of southern Saskatchewan has never been easy.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars. —Carl Sandburg
Does a moment of genuine peace ever seem rare?
In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule. —Friedrich Nietzsche
The humming and buzzing of pollinators has fled from our garden, leaving the dry rustling notes of August behind. Bee balm was the last flower for the butterflies and bumble bees and hummingbirds, and now it’s letting its hair down, another cycle complete, the chaos of its form still inviting. From everyone who visited it, including this photographer, our kindest regards.
Silent gratitude isn’t very much to anyone. —Gertrude Stein
In the American Southwest, narrow may be found almost anywhere.
A narrow band of sunset light.
A sandstone canyon, narrowing in on itself.
Time and water flowing through a gooseneck.