I grew up on old black and white western flicks. Iconic gun-slinging show downs, epic characters based on real legends, true cowboys who ride during the day and sleep under the starry sky at night—it all left a lasting impression. But no visual more so than the endless miles of cactus strewn desert landscape unique to the American Southwest.
As a result of the unusually intense rainfall that blanketed much of the Western U.S. this winter, select regions of the desert experienced a “superbloom,” where flowers exploded with color in the characteristically drab desert. Seeing photographs and news articles was enough to get me scheming for a visit come spring. The excitement of getting out under the same desert sky as in those very western films was the cause of much sleep deprivation.
After days of dropping pins on Google Maps to get an idea of which direction to head, I received an unexpected call from a friend from Southeast Arizona, and my plans effectively fell into place. Without hesitation, I invited him to come along, packed up the rig, and found Beau ready and psyched the next morning, with a heck of a lot of 35mm film.