"The moon was sharp enough to draw blood from a stone"

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I hope to make pictures like I walk in the desert—under a spell, an instinct of motion, a kind of knowing that is essentially indirect and sideways.Of all the things I wondered about on this land, I wondered the hardest about the seduction of certain geographies that feel like home–not by story or blood but merely by their forms and colors.  How our perceptions are our only internal map of the world, how there are places that claim you and places that warn you away.  How you can fall in love with the light.

— Ellen Meloy