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The Nature of Desolation
TripsAs the wind blows free through the desert, meandering through groves of Joshua trees, cacti, and clumps of various Lichen, one can hear its sound; almost an echo. We can’t help but think that the desert is solitary, an encapsulation of a sort of insulated loneliness.
Coming from the thriving Sierra where vibrant greens top the tallest trees, rivers flow with deafening aggression, and monoliths of granite jut up through the sky, our wilderness is sheltered and comforting. Here, in Joshua Tree there is an awesome sense of nothingness and we are left with a clean slate to ponder the landscape, along with the sharp emotion of the nature of desolation.
Isn’t it ironic then to have inhabited places within a wilderness like this. As one looks at the crumbling buildings along the Salton Sea, there is the realization that it can understandably hold hands with a place like Joshua Tree despite the footprints of our predecessors. That the same feeling of quieted loneliness exists here as it does in the barren desert. That we as an invasive species built this and claimed it as our own with buildings, boats, and hotels… and yet, a short time later the desert reclaimed it and forced us out.
All photos shot with 35mm film on a Canon AE-1.
Our Ocean’s Majesty
Trips– Big Sur –
The deep churning waters stretch as far as the eye can see. We imagine we catch the shadow of China, off in the horizon. Out there in the faraway ocean where tankers and fishing boats float, seaweed and waves crash, the migrating whales and the cold waters, and the endless sea lives on; that is what we look upon, humbly perched on giant rocks. We are ants, and we could be washed away with one rogue wave.
All photos taken with 35mm film.
Baja California – Rise and Shine
A Little Longer, Trips
A sunrise out of the sea is hard to come by in California. Camping on the Sea of Cortez, although mainland Mexico lies beyond, you get to see the warm sun rise straight out of the water. The salty sea clashes smoothly with the sprawling desert that surrounds, and in the early morning, with not a soul in sight, it seems like another planet.
All photos taken with 35mm film.
Baja California – A Cold One on Coco
A Little Longer, TripsOn a rough dirt road somewhere between San Felipe and the intersection of Rt. 1 and Rt. 12 lies Coco’s Corner, a legendary Baja pit stop teeming with character in the middle of nowhere. Upon approach the place looks somewhat derelict, a ramshackle shelter decorated with empty cans in the middle of the desert and few, if anyone, around. Pulling in, you hear the sounds of the welcoming, thousands of empty cans singing in the warm Baja wind.
A boat, a hanging dirt bike, two out-houses, a circle of abandoned toilets focused on prime time broken television, hundreds of photos of off-roaders and dirt bikers, panties upon panties dangling from the rafters, and finally, a call from your host, Coco, an older fellow with good cheer and humor that warrants at the very least a beer worth of visiting. Coco is missing the bottoms of both legs but is quite spry none the less; he loves visitors and talking about the area he lives in, as well as a shooter or two from his plastic jug of brandy from behind the counter. In the end, Coco’s Corner is a place that holds magic and the true essence of the lesser traveled desert Baja.
All photos taken with 35mm film.
Baja California – The Road and The Desert Sea
A Little Longer, TripsLast Christmas we spent five days exploring the roads of Northern Baja California, Mexico. Sometimes a place isn’t what you expect it’s going to be, and you keep driving until you find at least a hint of what it was you thought you were looking for. It’s at that point that your vacation becomes a true adventure and a rigorous journey, and you run with what you’re given.
All photos taken with 35mm film.
Steep Ravine
Trips, Weekends

The wood is dark and damp, the sky grey, with fog and rain continually passing by; our small cabin is warm and filled with the wafting smells of my family’s Portuguese Kale Soup recipe simmering on the time worn and crackling wood stove. Lantern and tea lights burn low providing us just enough glow to fill our wine glasses and play card games for hours. A singular midweek night that, for all intents and purposes, should never end. Welcome to Northern California, we hope you love it here.















































