Mysteriously rocks deep in the Death Valley wilderness move across the desert floor, scoring the cobblestone shaped clay. Scientists and mystics alike ponder how and why it happens. Photographers from around the make the pilgrimage to get their images. Not wanting to miss this, I rented a Jeep one morning.
Four hours later, I found myself semi-lost in the desert. Spotting another jeep off in the distance I thought I’d ask directions. As I got closer, it was evident that they were very naked. They waved me to come closer. I kept going. Strange what you find in the desert.
Eventually, I found the spot. The light was failing. I should have been there hours ago. Quickly, I grabbed my camera and got precisely one exposure, and then the sun disappeared behind the mountain. The light was gone. I’d have to wait years to return.
I packed up my gear in the Jeep and headed back. Along the way, I took a few exposures. But nothing can truly capture the solitude of the desert hours from civilization.