Desert Storyline
I spend a lot of time in Anza-Borrego, and it’s easy to get caught up in the grand landscapes. But on this morning, what really held my attention was this simple ridgeline. The light was fading, and the hills became pure shape, a dark line against the sky. What made it for me were the ocotillos, each one a small, distinct character standing against the last light. It’s a quiet scene, almost abstract. I find that these pared-down compositions often say the most. There’s a story in that simple line, a feeling of persistence in the desert that you don’t need a big, dramatic sunset to appreciate.
I spend a lot of time in Anza-Borrego, and it’s easy to get caught up in the grand landscapes. But on this morning, what really held my attention was this simple ridgeline. The light was fading, and the hills became pure shape, a dark line against the sky. What made it for me were the ocotillos, each one a small, distinct character standing against the last light. It’s a quiet scene, almost abstract. I find that these pared-down compositions often say the most. There’s a story in that simple line, a feeling of persistence in the desert that you don’t need a big, dramatic sunset to appreciate.