The American Southwest

I almost took a plane to Boulder, CO in 2010.  A straight line is usually the quickest route, but it is almost certainly never the best route when you realize that the experience of a trip is more important than the efficiency of it.

Until that Spring I had harbored this unconsidered belief that I needed to go as far away from home as possible to explore and to experience beautiful and exotic places and views.  But I chose experience over efficiency on this trip because I realized that there was far more beauty and mystery here at home, in my backyard, than I could ever exhaust in a single lifetime.

I chose experience over efficiency because I am awed and inspired every time I see the work of Ansel Adams, because I feel righteously motivated to run away from ‘civilization’ every time I read Edward Abbey, and because I am romantically compelled to become more intimate with Nature every time see one of John Muir’s quotes. 

I chose experience over efficiency on this trip because I realized that I need Nature like I need oxygen, because the instinct to feel space and presence in Nature had become overwhelming, and because photographing Nature has become my preferred form of meditation.