Settled Into The Dust
Baja, Mexico
Like it’s been there for years. Doors open. Roof raised. Life unfolded slowly into the heat. Two donkeys wait in the shade, patient and unimpressed. The engine is off. Time is off. Only wind moving through dry grass and sun bleaching the color from everything it touches. This isn’t a campsite — it’s a pause. A temporary agreement with the land. Stay a while and leave no trace. A lost frame from the quiet hours.