I go for a hike almost every day and cover a lot of the same ground, over and over, in all weather and in all seasons. Exploring new terrain is always exciting, but there is something deeply satisfying about getting to know a trail and the landscape on foot. When I hike, my camera is almost always around my neck and I’ve come to notice that along well-known trails I often stop to take photos from nearly the exact same spots. By following my artist’s eye for lining up a balanced shot, I’ve amassed a collection of photos of the same scenes, taken from the same spots, at different times of the year, all over the country. I call this series “All Seasons”.
To the untrained eye, there are only two seasons in the desert: hot and cold. Spring and fall are more subtle here than elsewhere, with few pops of color in spring and only the cottonwoods turning in fall. Having now spent all four season here, I can say for sure that the desert changes year round. Flowers appear, few and far between, and all the more precious. And now with fall descending the days are crisper and the last of the flowers are fading into the hard scrabble dirt. Winter is coming and I’m readying my woodpile.