I thought I had words. Or, at least, I thought I would have words if I gave it enough time. But, I didn’t and don’t. And, I haven’t for a really long time. And, in this season of unexpected muteness, this void of clearly thought out and cleverly strung words, I’m learning to lean into the words of others. Reading, listening, quieting, engaging conversations to hear the souls of others come alive through their voice, to shift perspectives, to gain wisdom. I’m learning a lack of words isn’t a lack of processing or a void of power or stalled transformation.
So, in the midst of that and in the midst of digging silently through my literary trash bin, I have things that are meaningful that I just can’t make sense of in words. So, here are some pictures from Joshua Tree that I like. An experience that moves me every time I go. Art, heat, exploration, poky plants, rock climbing that scares the shit out of you, wind, unique people, desert tortoises, daughters with endless spirit.
Phone photos and point and shoot camera photos from 6 year olds and photos from a no name film stock on a generously gifted camera. Photos of other peoples’ art and the same photos on different cameras and photos that are still in a camera on a roll of film that is yet to be completely shot and developed (maybe next week). Photos and photos and more photos.
Joshua Tree NP // Noah Purifoy Outdoor Museum // Ramsey 29 Motel // Art Queen + Crochet Museum // Wine and Rock Shop
Norah’s gallery. Canon AF35. Expired Kodak 200.
My b+w gallery. Nikon N80. Kentmere Pan 100.
(Jeez Louise…that contrast. Woa. I love it.)
