Desert Winds
May 29th 2025
Nature’s quiet soul captured in black and white
There are landscapes universal and timeless, ever-changing yet immediately recognizable, allowing us to believe we “know” them almost like experiencing a fresh jolt of déjà vu. I like to take viewers like you along with me to distant corners of the globe—to places you may never see firsthand. Through a photograph, you can vicariously experience them too.
Such is the case with Desert Winds. It is set in a remote corner of terra firma known as “the Skeleton Coast.” Located in the southwestern nation of Namibia, the Skeleton Coast encompasses a remarkable complex of sand dunes the size of small mountains. But here the massif is undergoing constant metamorphosis from zephyrs swirling inland, moving them around. Nearby, the beachhead fronting the southern Atlantic is also being pounded by crashing waves.

In this treeless realm, I’ve followed the converging tracks of lion, cheetah, giraffe, elephant, zebra, and hyena, their prints laid down upon a shifting crystalline surface—tracks there one minute but wiped clean the next. I’ve seen seals belly their way onshore to bask, passed by hidden caves holding the artifacts of human presence reaching back to the earliest manifestations of our species, and, like other wanderers in past centuries, found washed-up whale bones and the detritus of shipwrecks.

Trancelike, there is something incredibly soothing about the soft, abstracted dune forms in this panorama. Humbling is that once upon a time, these trillions of sand grains were parts of distant mountains worn down by the eons. Stand in front of this photo long enough and it may seem as if the shadow lines are moving through an epic, contorted hourglass. Time is not running out, but allowing us to reflect on the more eternal qualities of our remarkable planet. Nowhere in sight is the permanent proliferation of our species’ dominant footprint. When we stand reverently, as witnesses praising forces bigger than ourselves, wonder still abounds.

“Stand in front of this photo long enough and it may seem as if the shadow lines are moving through an epic, contorted hourglass. Time is not running out, but allowing us to reflect on the more eternal qualities of our remarkable planet.”
