It’s Sunday night and after a day of melting heat, the rain has arrived with a blanket of dark grey clouds and a breeze that gently cools our home and our bodies. These images take me to another place though, far from the east coast of Australia and back to the deserts of America’s west.
Just two days before we arrived in Nevada to begin our journey through Utah and Arizona, we’d spoken about the possibility of coming home. We were in Chicago and I’d just shot the wedding we were there for as we tried to figure out where to go and what to do. Our inability to make decisions led us to a point where we genuinely discussed heading home early. Almost every trip we take gets to this point, which is so strange because we all love to travel so much. I’ve found when we get past that point, we have the best times of our whole trip.
We stayed in bad hotels, ate even worse buffet breakfasts and spent hours behind the wheel most days. And I completely loved it. We’re used to planning our trips out months, weeks or at least days in advance. Not on this trip though. I remember pulling into Zion National Park, driving down the main street and walking into the hotel that looked the least bad, asking if they had any rooms. We explored these places in a new light. No schedules, no phone reception in most places and feeling a freedom that was pure joy.
Pulling over and exploring with Roo became my favourite thing to do. My little explorer, soon to be joined by another.
All of these images were shot on film with my Canon EOS 3, Kodak Portra 160 and in most cases Canon’s 24L. There are a few digital shots at the bottom of the post.
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