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long tall ’tillo
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deadwood
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desert backroad
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indigo bush and backroad
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creosote bush
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words from richard misrach
People have responded to the pictures I make as mystical things, and they somehow carry the illusion further thinking that the place is this mystical, magical place. The desert is also a very barren place, a very lonely place, a very boring, uneventful place.
Richard Misrach
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dead smoke tree
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august morning
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my street
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my desert world
I live in the desert. Outside my door, behind me, there are miles of desert wilderness. And a national park. I take a lot of pictures there.
I also live on the edge of a small unincorporated settlement of about fifty residents. I don’t know for sure how many – I never think to ask. I manage a small campground here.
A cafe, gift shop and travel center, a WWII museum, and a 24 hr gas station and convenience store make up the town. It sits on a major interstate 30 miles from the nearest town and services. It’s a busy place – trucks and travelers 24 hours a day seven days a week. It’s the other side of my desert world. I need to show it too to give a true and honest picture of where I live and what I do.








