Publications

I am standing on a pile of stacked rocks and compacted earth, lifting my camera high over my head with its lens pointed downward at the...

A chuckwalla leaps from a rusted-out stove and hits the gravel with a fat slap. The sound is jarring in the absolute silence engulfing...

When waters run, they loosen things. Particles cleaved from soft banks and young stones tumble with the currents, colliding and drifting...