desert skies in arizona & new mexico


“You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place... you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again."
— Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books

I love the desert. Maybe it's because I grew up in a literal desert, waking up to the occasional pack of coyotes howling at the moon, stewing in 115°F dry heat with a tub of watermelon cubes in my lap in the dead of each summer, and gazing at the shades of brown, cream, and gold that envelope our little valley at the northern tip of Los Angeles. Or, maybe it's because the notion of miles and miles of sky and sand that stretch for eternity without a single obstruction in sight provides an incredible sense of calm and comfort for my soul. The power of negative space.

This is a collection of photos from my iPhone camera roll of my recent trip to the southwest.

Sophia, my forever travel buddy, and I started our journey in Phoenix and made our way down to Tucson to marvel at the beautiful terrain overflowing with cacti at Saguaro National Park.

We then headed east and arrived at White Sands. I feel something so deeply in my heart whenever I reflect on our experience there. There was something absolutely heavenly, otherworldly, about being able to freely roll down cliffs of the purest sand, blinded by the stark palette and engulfed by the deafening silence—intermittently interrupted by gentle gusts of wind gliding across the peaks of the park.

Bonus: happy 10 years, Davie.

Thank you for healing me, AZ & NM. I'll be back for sure.
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