Spaghetti westerns and U2 album covers fueled my love for the California desert.
When I discovered Joshua Tree and the 29 Palms area I was standing in for Bill Murray during the making of a movie poster. Something about a Jamaican bobsled team. I was in love with the Martian-like landscape immediately. I already had images of the area burned into my heart and brainpan by Anton Corbijn’s black and white images from U2’s album “The Joshua Tree”.
Joshua Tree is the one place where I feel connected to a higher power. Every time I visit something happens that is inexplicably spiritual. Even the burn areas that have been swept by fire leaving smoking matchsticks in the sand or the cracked salt flats blasted by wind and sun seem to calm me down.