Home Again, A Sea Of Sand Pt. II | We forget how cold a desert can be before the sun is up. Caught up in warm hues and shadeless vistas, there is only sun in our minds, and so sun there shall be. But at dawn, when the world is quiet, and all the light is yours, your breath fogs above the sea of sand, hands struggling to flex and function - and you remember that you love it here. A world built only of extremes, greatness on a slim spectrum. And I think of all the world’s climates and locales, of its vistas and special places that I have had the pleasure to find, photograph and behold, I love the desert the most. I have always loved it. Perhaps it’s the emptiness, or, its vastness of spirt, maybe the stories it conjures, or else, the self it forces you to confront. I only know there is so much beauty and power and greatness and cold, in that sea of sand. #TheWorldTour (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates)

Home Again, A Sea Of Sand Pt. II | We forget how cold a desert can be before the sun is up. Caught up in warm hues and shadeless vistas, there is only sun in our minds, and so sun there shall be. But at dawn, when the world is quiet, and all the light is yours, your breath fogs above the sea of sand, hands struggling to flex and function - and you remember that you love it here. A world built only of extremes, greatness on a slim spectrum. And I think of all the world’s climates and locales, of its vistas and special places that I have had the pleasure to find, photograph and behold, I love the desert the most. I have always loved it. Perhaps it’s the emptiness, or, its vastness of spirt, maybe the stories it conjures, or else, the self it forces you to confront. I only know there is so much beauty and power and greatness and cold, in that sea of sand. #TheWorldTour (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates)