The world was so quiet that I could hear the muffled sound of a car driving minutes before it arrived. Cold wind blew on us as dirt brushed against our faces. Being out in the desert was a completely new experience for me; this was the first time I was ever so isolated from clumps of civilization. (And at night, with your naked eye, you could see thousands of stars. Like staring up at a whirlpool of salt.)
At one point on our return journey, I accidentally missed our intended exit and we modified our route by passing through Marathon, TX on our way to Fort Stockton. Hours between towns, cruising along with a road straight ahead of us, a road straight behind us, and mountains all alongside, there wasn’t another soul visible for miles.
Marfa was an experience. From our stay at the Hotel Paisano, to the long trek out to Prada Marfa, to the long drive stocked with beef jerky, Marina & the Diamonds, and a pillow in the backseat, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to compare it to anything else.
Photos were taken with a combination of my Nikon D700, Canon EOS M, and iPhone. Photos of me jumping at Prada Marfa / sitting in the Chinati block by Kurt Bradley; Instax shot and photos of me “modeling” at Chinati Foundation by Caitlin McWeeney.