I deeply miss road trips with Tim Hendrix. Bored and in desperate need of an adventure, he possessed the magical ability to convince me to leave in the early hours of the morning with my camera in tow. We would often drive for hours, listening to music, laughing, talking deeply about life, and filled with excitement for our final destination.

I would give almost anything in the world to return to those days. I would give almost anything for one more road trip to the natural garden that is Joshua Tree National Park. No matter how hard I bargain with the universe, Tim is not coming back. Standing on the unnerving ground of this realization, I am left clutching memories of my first trip to my favorite national park.

In those memories, I find profound inspiration. This desert landscape can be unforgiving and damning for the unprepared, but it also holds a beauty that is almost incomprehensible. Beyond its formations near the main roads, its backcountry offers isolation and a rare opportunity to quiet your mind. In today’s world, this is a gift without equal for me.

In those memories, I find the truest form of pure awe. For millions of years, this landscape existed without me. In its formation and erosion, it has carved something truly special. One day, it will continue existing without me. This place will continue to inspire future generations of people who take the time to study the lessons of the natural world.

In those memories, I find the inspiration for better photos. This rugged landscape demands capture, but it also does not reward lazy, parking lot photographers. To truly capture its beauty, you must be willing to travel further, conforming yourself to the environment. In these moments, the red stones will pop, Joshua Trees will offer unruly angles, and sunlight will wage a never-ending battle with shadow.

In those memories, I find real moments to remember. Life is a collection of events. Some are good. Some are bad. Most are pretty mundane. A visit to Joshua Tree National Park registers as a moment to keep and visit often. Perhaps an exercise such as this essay will inspire you. As I write these words, a smile creeps across my face and I am reminded of real beauty. I am also reminded of the tragedy of Tim’s life, but the gifts that remain.

Be good to each other,

Nathan 

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