The Wind Song — Portraits of the American West What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land — Ernesto Guevara (The Motorcycle Diaries) Zabriskie Point — Death Valley Badwater Basin How is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew? — Ernesto Guevara Monument Valley Artist Point Only that which can change can continue. — James P Carse Bryce Canyon Bryce Natural Bridge My mind follows the night windover dunes and pinnaclesI can hear it whispereach time more softlythat there is no needto come back,that I myself am the windso long whispering that our identitiesare both cast in doubt. — Loren Eiseley (Notes of an Alchemist) Wahweap Marina — Lake Powell Rain Lone Rock Beach Life appears: a complex dampness, destined to an intricate future and charged with secret virtues, capable of challenge and creation. A kind of precarious slime, of surface mildew, in which a ferment is already working. A turbulent, spasmodic sap, a presage and expectation of a new way of being, breaking with mineral perpetuity and boldly exchanging it for the doubtful privilege of being able to tremble, decay, and multiply. — Roger Caillois (The Writing of Stones) Artist's Palette Zion Badwater Basin 282 ft. Below Sea Level — Badwater Basin Dante's View Death Valley National Park The story waits for no one