Dreaming of Glacier
Under a canopy of ancient stars, the desert breathes in silence. The Milky Way spills its light across the jagged silhouettes of the Alabama Hills, illuminating a stone arch that cradles a warm, golden glow. At my feet, a crown of barrel cacti, their spines catching the faintest blue of night, stands in quiet defiance against the elements. This was no easy place to reach—hours of off-road travel over rock and sand brought me here, to a place where the boundaries between earth and sky blur. Here, time feels infinite, and the stillness is broken only by the faint whisper of the desert wind.
Under a canopy of ancient stars, the desert breathes in silence. The Milky Way spills its light across the jagged silhouettes of the Alabama Hills, illuminating a stone arch that cradles a warm, golden glow. At my feet, a crown of barrel cacti, their spines catching the faintest blue of night, stands in quiet defiance against the elements. This was no easy place to reach—hours of off-road travel over rock and sand brought me here, to a place where the boundaries between earth and sky blur. Here, time feels infinite, and the stillness is broken only by the faint whisper of the desert wind.
Under a canopy of ancient stars, the desert breathes in silence. The Milky Way spills its light across the jagged silhouettes of the Alabama Hills, illuminating a stone arch that cradles a warm, golden glow. At my feet, a crown of barrel cacti, their spines catching the faintest blue of night, stands in quiet defiance against the elements. This was no easy place to reach—hours of off-road travel over rock and sand brought me here, to a place where the boundaries between earth and sky blur. Here, time feels infinite, and the stillness is broken only by the faint whisper of the desert wind.