desert morning July 28, 2015

The desert in the morning glows with the radiant warmth of yesterday’s sun as if, when the world ends, this is the last place people will be alive. There’s a quiet in Rimrock unlike anywhere I’ve been. A breeze moves through the morning around 4:30am and dusts us with stories for the day while we sleep off the unfinished stories of yesterday.

– journal entry from July 28, 2015 while working on the film “Of Dust and Bones.”