Death Valley: Layers of Time

The desert has a way of making you feel small. Not in a diminishing sense, but in the way a cathedral might—vast, timeless and humbling. From my home in Joshua Tree, the arid landscape feels infinite, as though it exists on a different scale of time. Death Valley National Park, with its extremes of heat, height and desolation, amplifies that feeling. It’s a place where the ancient past, immediate present and an imagined future coexist, written into the folds of its canyons and the rusted edges of its mining relics.