When the wind blows it sounds like voices, like tales of earlier times in a place that’s seen all of Man’s coming and goings. Like the stories of families crossing the country, like the tales of failed gold miners moaning their losses. Like lovers in the night, clinging to each other to stay warm, whispering secrets. What is in this wind as it blows through and what is it saying?
November 20, 2010 and it’s my first night out in the dark of Death Valley. The day was beautiful, great clouds and warm temps. After a quick dinner here at Furnace Creek Ranch, it’s time to get out there.
The wind is gusting up to 40 mph. No kidding. It’s hard to stand up let alone photograph. None the less, it’s just what there and I get busy making pictures. Right behind the property is a bunch of abandoned mining equipment, all still here feeling dejected for many years until they become that which tells the story of the past. And I am here to see what they say to me. Not expecting this, everything is bathed in green light.
You can see the bushes blowing all over the place, and if you think that’s wild, take a look at this! These trees were swaying down at the base, leaning against them I felt their movements.
This was it for night #1, jet lagged and not yet in the CA time zone, I turn in for the night.