Curiosity pulled me over to the water tank - it isn't hidden, or hard to reach, and the bullet pierced exterior is sadly typical - at a glance nothing special, but inside...

Rather than crumbling to nothing the injured tank, no longer able to hold water even if there was anyone willing to give it the job, has turned to more challenging philosophical and artistic pursuits - contemplating inner light and darkness, creating ever changing shapes and mosaics and conjuring endless expression out of desert light, discard bits and the blessings of the natural world.

The Tank's art and dedication appear infinite - I can see why it seems unmoved by my small ego driven efforts and skeptical of photographic 'art' made using thousands of dollars of portable glass, metal and plastic creating nothing but ephemeral electric shimmers of 1's and 0's.

Humbled, I try to take inspiration from the Tank and do nothing but make the best images I can - that my best efforts will be forgotten in the desert is beside the point, it makes no difference, they are the same images regardless and the gift is to be here in the desert making them.

Deeper into the Waterman Mountains the Barrels are blooming and the bees are out, the Turk's Head Cactus Blooms from several days ago are no where to be found and the heat is amazing!