I grew up in El Paso, Texas. That past life and this landscape both feel like alien territory now. I try and go back every year, to find the singular beauty that can only come from a place that has adapted to such inhospitable, bitter conditions.
After grad school, I set out on a 6-week, 6,000 mile journey across the American southwest and northern Mexico. These observations were captured under the powerful thrall of the Western landscape—a strange entity mixed in with notions of nation and empire, bravery and myth, history and fiction.
Charles Darwin once said a “love for all living things is the most noble attribute of man.” Having the opportunity to observe wild animals as part of their natural ecosystems—from the tropical rainforests of the Congo basin, to the Galapagos archipelago, and the Serengeti Savannah grasslands—have always been my most loved trips.
I’m married to a professional traveler. Tagging along, I’ve seen the world in its absurd beauty. It’s almost overwhelming. I’m most interested in the ways that humans have tried to control and maneuver within the natural environment.
