Twentynine Palms is hot, dry, dusty, sparse and bleak. Everyone who comes here is forced to confront the arid reality of a rugged and fairly inhospitable landscape teeming with rattlesnakes and unpleasant arthropods. I guess that’s why so many people hate it here and why I like it. It inspires a sense of ascetic virtue ,as if some immense and quiet force says to you, “Control yourself.”
The starkness of the landscape stirs something in my soul and my shabby photography does it no justice.
