Above the Sonoran Desert

At 5:30 am, darkness clings to the sky above Phoenix. My eyes are still heavy with sleep when we walk out of our Airbnb and onto the waiting tour bus. The purr of an idling engine and bird songs in the distance are the loudest sounds this morning. Our driver, -J- a chatty middle-aged man,Continue reading “Above the Sonoran Desert”

September in San Diego: a photo journal

Balboa park is filled with people who buy berry-flavored gelato or pose for photos at one of many picturesque spots. a girl hands me her phone and then jumps into her partner’s arms. wrapping her legs around his torso, she presses a cheek close to his—smiling. I snap as many shots as possible, freezing the moment, and trying but failing to hide a smile of my own.