The Big Bend of Texas, a place of geological confusion.

A maze of washes and draws and mountains and ridges and hills and swales and low points and canyons. A crescendo of building pressure, descending then rising again, punctuated by staccato notes. A score only Beethoven could play.

There is always another corner to be turned, another hill to be crested, another view to feast upon. It is a capture possible in real time only, in the sights, the sounds, the caress of a warm breeze, the fading sun, the twilight of jagged clouds across the horizon.

It is tomorrow, yet with a simple turn of the head, it is yesterday. A never-ending, tantalizing desire to drive further, hike further, to see what's just around the corner and, if you don’t, well - those unknown places will haunt you forever.

(a few of my favorite shots from my May Artist Residency in Big Bend National Park)