In the desert, I can never grasp the distance to my point of focus. A days walk? A half a days walk? How many stops would I have to make? What would it look like to stare back into the distance, in this very place I'm sitting now.
- November, 2014
I don't want to spoil you with my glances. Walking, head down, through the low thirsty grasses I try to paint you in the way I remember, instead.