On December 26th, 2008, I hesitantly opted for a solo photo excursion to the Lake Mead Recreation Area about an hour or so East of Las Vegas, rather than join in a group over-nighter in Death Valley with some of my family. The previous few months back in my home of Santa Barbara had been particularly tumultuous and exhausting, and it had occurred to me that perhaps it could be beneficial to revisit some cobweb-covered tendencies and habits - namely, the tendency to get in the car by myself without much more than a direction in mind and the habit of keeping multiple film cameras within reach...
So I turned left at the fork and chased the barometric trouble brewing in the distance. Little did I know how symbolic and comforting these 2 days and the resulting images would become.
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