Way down in the hot Mohave Desert, sparsely populated towns call Joshua Tree National Park their backyard. My sister's world is this moonscape environment.
The lack of loud life is confirmed by the deadening silence found amongst dry cracked earth, thirsty trees, and a sign just down the desert highway that reads, "No services for 100 miles."
While I'm in America, I relate to my sister's love of solitude and privacy. A hike of appreciation for the landscape of America and the memories of my sister's American backyard.
Lith prints on silver gelatin fiber paper.