
This southern California desert is rough country. It deserves rough photos to convey its fierce nature. That’s what I try to get across.
In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets – Jonas Mekas

I’ve struggled with color for several years now. I can be pretty slow on the uptake – try as I might I haven’t been able to get the same gut punch with color as I can with b/w, and I’ve quickly abandoned it.
It finally occurred to me that I won’t get the same punch with it and it’s an exercise in frustration to try. Color speaks in a different voice. It has a voice of it’s own, and if I let it be what it is, and let it speak in it’s own voice, I can get along with it just fine. It can even be pretty good.
Of course it helps to figure out how to tame it…

I haven’t done much color for several years. I try it now and then, but I seldom like what I get so I abandon it. But that annoys me so I keep coming back to it.
I’m starting to appreciate it more. It can be good if you learn how to use it in your own way. I don’t know yet – maybe ’26 will be a year of more color. Stay tuned…