Solitude

After spending the previous night wandering around the Racetrack looking all night to find the right rock to shoot under moonlight, I slept in, slowly drove back towards Stovepipe Wells, and parked as close to a bush as I could to try to find some shade. The branches of said bush were actually poking inside my truck window. I ate lunch, listened to some music, and waited for the right time to head on into the Mesquite Dunes. “Right time” for me meant cooler, as it was 97 and I’m not used to such yet, and the makings of good light. I got one of the two. :o)

Sunset was slated for around 7:30, so around 5, I loaded up all my gear and waded into these dunes. There were a lot of people around, and I had it in mind from the beginning that I’d be walking clear to the other side of these piles of living and breathing sand. I ended up heading a little over ¾ of the way to the other side, one a wandering hike that lasted about an hour forty five. I then traipsed around, up one side, down the other, looking for what would be the best possible few locations. I ended up finding a great spot in a saddle that offered nearly six or seven comps in all directions within about one to two minutes of each other. This came in very handy as seemingly jet skied around the dunes at 90mph as the light hit.


I hope you like this one. I call it Solitude.

–jared r.