I have come to think a persons wealth is not in what they can hold, but in what they have seen; sunsets that burn themselves into memory, storms that rattle you, and the wild country that asks nothing and gives everything.
How you move through the small moments is the blueprint. The standards you hold when no one’s watching, the extra effort you give when it would be easier not to. It all compounds. There’s no switch you flip later. This is it. This is how you do everything.
Ethan Hawke // The one who’s in love always wins, It doesn’t matter if you get your heart broken; you’re living, and when you’re feeling, you’re alive. You know, the sun doesn’t care whether the grass appreciates its rays, right? It just keeps on shining. That’s you.
Frame 1: Azores @ricardo.lopes.photography
Frame 2: Canyonlands @a_souza_photo
Frame 3: Portugal @zepedroalvarez
Frame 4: Mallorca
Frame 5: Portugal @greykorhonen
Frame 6: @lilynoelle
You drive for hours through heat and stone just to arrive somewhere that looks like nothing.
Then you realize it is everything.
2017 - Big Bend National Park
Drive until the canyons swallow you whole. Make camp under a moon that turns the whole desert copper.
Some things are made for exactly that kind of moment.
The Blood Moon limited edition from @aoeyewear // 999 pairs.
Portrait: @brian_konoske_photography
T.E. Lawrence // All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
2012 // Altar Desert, Mexico
On Assignment for @overlandjournal
Overlooked. Inhospitable. Hot. Dry. Empty.
But the desert is not empty. It’s edited.
It removes what you don’t need. Noise. Shade. Excuses. It strips the landscape down to line and light and consequence. There is no abundance to hide in, no lushness to distract you. Just exposure.
Heat as interrogation. Distance as truth serum. Silence that isn’t peaceful so much as confrontational.
In a culture addicted to excess, the desert feels like deprivation. Which is why it’s perfect.
Nothing grows without intention. Nothing survives without adaptation. Nothing is accidental.
It’s not barren. It’s precise
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson // “In a nation run by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: not necessarily to win, but mainly to keep from losing completely.“
