The windswept sand dunes of California have a harshness that is matched with their lonely beauty. Mother nature rules here … daring any soul brave enough to explore her epic majesty as the sun sinks low into the sky and the heat of the day will be matched by a chill of the coming night.
The early morning sun shines on the south-eastern edge of the Cleveland National Forest. Rabbits and birds nestle in the low brush as wind whistles across the valley and through the leaves, carrying a scent of mountain air, cool and refreshing.
A mountainous view of the edges of the Borrego Badlands. Tucked into a rocky nook you shelter from the gusting winds rushing eastwards towards the desert. The air is leaving the last of it’s moisture behind as it rushes past you and into the badlands of the American South West.