The Eastern Sierra
The Eastern Sierra, the first place I truly felt at “home” as an adult. Maybe it was the familiar sight of cows grazing in the Owens Valley or the 395 stretching endlessly, reminiscent of the highways of my childhood in Eastern Washington. Nostalgia weaves itself into the fabric of this land, but it’s more than memory that binds me here.
Every day, the Eastern Sierra inspires me with its towering mountains, vast open skies, and lunar landscapes. These photographs are my love letters to this sacred land, capturing both its sweeping vistas and its smallest, most intimate details.
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