These images come from the Ruby Mountains in Nevada — a place that feels like an echo of home and a map of where I’m going. After years of wandering deserts, highways, and distant countries, I returned here to the quiet gold of autumn and found something I didn’t expect: stillness.

In these aspens and bright valleys, I was learning how to see differently — not chasing motion or escape, but patience and variation in light. What began as a search for dramatic vistas became a study of intimacy: the shimmer of leaves in wind, a creek folding over stones, the brief flash of sun between storms.

This work marks a turning point in my vision — toward slowness, toward color, toward roots. Away from survival, and into noticing. The Ruby’s showed me that landscapes aren’t just places to pass through; sometimes they are places to rest, and remember how to breathe.