I’ve done my best to verbally convey my first impressions of real desert. I suppose, if you found me in the same environs in mid-August trying to re-shoe the donkey, I might have a different perspective. Would it be be my soul for a Popsicle and how’s the weather in the Gulf Islands?
I spent an interesting few hours in a place called Randsburg, well up in the Mojave Desert. It is inundated with off-road motor-heads who love noise, dust and the wild abandon of ripping up the desert. However, their dollars keep the old mining town alive and for me the place was a fantastic photo opportunity. I could spend days there as the light changed and new colours and textures are revealed. This blog will be a simple photo essay from one afternoon in Randsburg and the area nearby.. I hope you like it. The photos selected were a tough choice. First impressions are often lasting impressions so I have taken some artistic liberty with a few shots. There’s nothing wrong with your computer.
The pause that refreshesWhen a tree falls in the desert… …yeah probably!That old tiny feelingA kindling bush, well that’s what I call it.Rattling-dry melonsBoom and bustComplete with optional donkey hitchHonest Pedro’s Used RVs and TrucksMoved, address unknownJunk MailThe mailman always shots twiceI always wondered where this guy lived, the note under the rock describes a lost dogThere’s always one!Homeland SecurityHot MailAt the Corner of See More and Do LessDry OasisEat Here and Get GasAfter almost hitting an elephant on a road in Mexico, I’ll believe anything.First ImpressionRandsburgPutting up a frontI’ll have two floozies with a side of friesIf we ain’t got it, you don’t need itNever driven on pavementNo commentA beautiful little beastA doom…I mean dune buggy, with compulsory trophy chick Zoom, zoom baby!Old VW’s never dieGetting away from it allA picture’s worth a thousand wordsDoobees are usThe jobYeah really!In the desert I sailed a boat with no nameHow do you play these things?My kind of lawnsA truly civilized community provides public washrooms in the town centerIndigenous gardeningOriginal paintSnob HillPit Prop PresbyterianOnce, someone shut off the ignition and stepped out of this car for the last timeHe was in the pinkSlivers and old nailsThe old man remembered growing up in a small house at the edge of town
