Shiprock, 2013.

I hadn't been there this year in reality, though I go there often in my imagination.  A solo trip.  Through the portals and procedures of the air with a packed crowd and then out on the highway in a vehicle who was a stranger, up through the concrete and wind until finally I was alone in that very raw and familiar place.  Seven nights in the desert.  Days alone among the ravens and rattling poltergeists. I shot all my film but two sheets.