1979 | Montezuma Grade, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park
For the first time ever in our 32-year association, my grandfather and I had an opportunity to head out by ourselves. He hopped on a plane to San Diego and we headed straight for the desert.
He was still strong in his long career as a watercolorist, and we found some fine and compatible places to work. We were traveling very light, and here he set out his jury-rig in a nice work spot. After soaking his paper, he began moving some mountains around to his liking.
As a photographer, my control of nature consisted of moving my camera, so I looked for vantage points, scrambling several miles across and up and down this slope. When I returned to ‘camp’ my grandfather had done his work, and there I found my picture – right where I had started out.