Elephant Skin
Anza-Borrego State Park
You find the strangest things out in the desert. They call these the Elephant Hills in Anza-Borrego, and I can see why. I was struck by the texture of the land, how it looked like deeply wrinkled skin, folded over on itself after countless seasons of sun and the rare, violent rain. It felt ancient. I wanted to capture just that single, powerful line the hill made against the sky, stripping away everything else. It’s a simple composition, but it holds the whole story of this place: time, erosion, and a stark kind of beauty.