The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.
The Homestead is classic.
A handful of days ago, we rallied towards Tucson,
with destination climbing bliss a few hours north.
Located off of a 4×4 road in xyz nowhere land of high Sonoran desert which is dotted with
old abandoned ranches, homesteads and intriguing wildlife of an unreal sense.
I’ve spent some time here.
I know the details.
I put up a few routes here 6 years ago.
The time walking slowly up and slowly down the trail,
I quickly became reacquainted with the grey limestone.
Fixated on the ground, staring at the large plates of perfect limestone
that lined the trail beautifully with sculpted fossil bearing patterns
containing the brightest, most colorful of chert.
Decorations in the form of intricate rock cactus and green,
green ocotillo and cholla
graced the trail everywhere as you walked,
and despite dodging needles, the Homestead was very welcoming.
I was able to capture a route called the Tufa King, 5.13
on the most amazing of mornings.
We were so lucky, it was beautiful!
Such cool double exposures!
Gallery on my website should be up by the first of the year!
Silver gelatin and cyanotype prints also will be available then to.
Editions only up to seven and three APs.
Some have already been spoken for…
so please be in touch around Jan. 7th to see what is still available and to reserve yours.
They are truly awesome!
(To those who have messaged me: this one above is not currently available- sorry!)
I love, enjoy and relish my coffee at my breakfast table.
and by sitting there staring at the sky change it’s early morning colors,
reaching for the horizon line of the pine trees on Cherry Hill…
I realize every morning:
THIS LIFE- IT’S DAM GOOD!
I’m awake, I’m aware and I appreciate the life I live.