1986 | Borrego Springs, California
The Borrego and Coachella Valleys are warm desert memories for me – on breaks, I would stop to buy oranges and grapefruuit from back-road orchard stands like this one, unattended but well-stocked. After I made my honor-purchase, I turned away from the produce and looked north.
Lots of people say that the deserts are “empty,” but for me, there’s plenty going on out there.