Desert Wash
Hubbell Trading Post, Arizona
2013
As long as the morning dog-leg light lasts (a.k.a. the magic hour) around here, it does abate around midday. So I thought I was taking a break from “work” when I sat out behind my hogan for lunch yesterday. But I spent the whole time staring at this scene and finally had to photograph it. This kind of washed-out-yet-colorful and interesting light had me thinking of the the painter Maynard Dixon (see below), one of my favorite painters of the West. So it was in that spirit that I processed this photograph.
Maynard Dixon
Indian Springs, Nevada
1934
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