A footprint is a conversation you don't get to finish.
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500gsm · 100% cotton · Hahnemühle Photo Rag · Archival pigment inks · 6 × 18 cm · Matte finish.
Deserts series · 4 of 20 different sets.
Catalogue Nº 018 of 100.
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You wrote a note on the back of a receipt and slipped it under the wrong door. You signed a visitor's book in a chapel that nobody opens any more. You carved your name into a school desk you have not seen in thirty years. The names two people scratched into wet concrete one Saturday in 1987 are still in the pavement, though one of the two has moved cities four times and the other has not thought about it since the next Monday.
A line of footprints curves across a slope of pale Saharan dune in the late afternoon. They were made by somebody walking out of the picture, hours before. The wind has already started on them, taking the soft edges first. By tomorrow morning they will be shallower. By next week they will not be there. The walker will be somewhere else, doing something else, and probably will not have thought of this dune all week.
Sits alongside Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, Wild by Cheryl Strayed, or any book read in a room where the curtain has been moving for an hour.
A desert is a place where most things have already happened, very slowly. The wind moved a million tons of sand a few millimetres a year. The light learned to do everything: copper at dawn, white at noon, long blue shadows at four in the afternoon. There is no one to talk to. The horizon reaches further than the eye is used to. You stop checking your phone because there is nothing to compete with the silence.
