As I was turning onto the street where my house is last week, there was some of the most incredible light through the frost in the desert I have ever seen. Having no memory card in my camera, I had no choice but to use the crummy iPhone camera to snap a quick picture because it was something I did not want to forget.
As a photographer, I can say I have taken many better pictures… but there are not enough photographs in the world for where I live.
One of the things I love the most about living in the desert is the light - the way it’s always different and always breathtaking, the way it cascades down the foothills and through the farmland and into your eyes like you’ve never seen it before, like it’s new, when it’s the oldest thing in the world. The way it changes colors, changes temperatures, it even changes flavor…. but it’s always so stunningly beautiful you have to stop, even just for a second, even if you’ve lived there all your life.
The most recent incarnation was when I was there last, when the desert sand and farmland was dusted lightly with frost and the fog of the hills was slightly frozen so you could see the mist as it hung there, letting the sunlight through in broken ways - I can’t tell you how beautiful it is.
This photo certainly doesn’t.
