AT HOME in the DESERT
Aug 10, 2021
3 minutes
Photographs by Kyle RM Johnson
EXPECTED THE more obvious elements of desert life—the dry heat, the dust—but not the silence. As I scanned the landscape of tanned mesas and buttes from my private deck, it felt to me as if a pair of invisible hands was cupping my ears. The stillness of this sunbaked slice of southern Utah was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The quiet was broken only by the cry of a bird of prey, somewhere out there.
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