Dos Gringos

 Ahh, spring. An abnormally wet winter with plentiful rain in southern California, enough to move us out of the drought, left me even more psyched for the sun to return and the temperature to rise. The storms hitting the American southwest allowed for a crazy desert wildflower superbloom this spring, one of the most colorful blooms in decades. I craved to see these flowers popping up everywhere, something I've never quite witnessed. So I dropped some pins on Google Maps in southeast Arizona, called my friend Beau to see if he would accompany me, and left the next day.

Ahh, spring. An abnormally wet winter with plentiful rain in southern California, enough to move us out of the drought, left me even more psyched for the sun to return and the temperature to rise. The storms hitting the American southwest allowed for a crazy desert wildflower superbloom this spring, one of the most colorful blooms in decades. I craved to see these flowers popping up everywhere, something I've never quite witnessed. So I dropped some pins on Google Maps in southeast Arizona, called my friend Beau to see if he would accompany me, and left the next day.

 Cowboy breakfast. Rise and shine.

Cowboy breakfast. Rise and shine.

 Beau shares in the same love for Western flicks and dirtbagging it for a few days, so that's exactly what we did. I wore the same shorts and underwear for 5 days, and yes, it was warm out.

Beau shares in the same love for Western flicks and dirtbagging it for a few days, so that's exactly what we did. I wore the same shorts and underwear for 5 days, and yes, it was warm out.

 A photogenic saguaro. 

A photogenic saguaro. 

 Late night television.

Late night television.

 Dusk on the Salt River.

Dusk on the Salt River.

 The A/C in my van took a dump a few months back, so I've been cruising with the windows down on warmer days. We drove straight through the Sonora Desert mid-day on the way home, and had to lean forward in our seats shirtless just to remain somewhat cool. The heat prompted us to stop by the Colorado River and take a quick dip.

The A/C in my van took a dump a few months back, so I've been cruising with the windows down on warmer days. We drove straight through the Sonora Desert mid-day on the way home, and had to lean forward in our seats shirtless just to remain somewhat cool. The heat prompted us to stop by the Colorado River and take a quick dip.

 Aside from a dirtbag, Beau is an artist emphasizing in ceramics and pottery. He also makes out to be a pretty decent right-hand man. Check out his work    here   . 

Aside from a dirtbag, Beau is an artist emphasizing in ceramics and pottery. He also makes out to be a pretty decent right-hand man. Check out his work here

 Remnants.

Remnants.

 Da rig.

Da rig.

 Cooking up lunch alongside the Colorado.

Cooking up lunch alongside the Colorado.

 Snapping flicks.

Snapping flicks.

 A memorial site was placed at the base of this giant saguaro.

A memorial site was placed at the base of this giant saguaro.

 Wake up.

Wake up.

 Definitely going to be spending more of my down time wandering around the desert. There's just too much to see, and I want to see it all...

Definitely going to be spending more of my down time wandering around the desert. There's just too much to see, and I want to see it all...

Dr. seuss land

 Inspired by my recent western film kick, Avrie and I lit out the first week of January, heading for the desert. My main goal was to soak up the vast land of shrubs and jack rabbits in Joshua Tree National Park. All summer long, Avrie and I watched cowboy flicks like  Tombstone, Lonesome Dove, Open Range, Dances With Wolves,  and the like. When I was a kid, I used to fight my dad over the remote in hopes to turn off his beloved black and white OG western films. At the time I hated it, but growing up around them I slowly learned to appreciate them. I've even seen a midget western from the 60s. All cowboys were 4 feet tall, and yes... they used miniature horses. 

Inspired by my recent western film kick, Avrie and I lit out the first week of January, heading for the desert. My main goal was to soak up the vast land of shrubs and jack rabbits in Joshua Tree National Park. All summer long, Avrie and I watched cowboy flicks like Tombstone, Lonesome Dove, Open Range, Dances With Wolves, and the like. When I was a kid, I used to fight my dad over the remote in hopes to turn off his beloved black and white OG western films. At the time I hated it, but growing up around them I slowly learned to appreciate them. I've even seen a midget western from the 60s. All cowboys were 4 feet tall, and yes... they used miniature horses. 

 She likes westerns too....

She likes westerns too....

 Inspired by the recent work of    Kevin Russ   , I want to start taking more landscape photographs. All these were shot on film, Kodak Ektar 100. 

Inspired by the recent work of Kevin Russ, I want to start taking more landscape photographs. All these were shot on film, Kodak Ektar 100. 

 Shrub.

Shrub.

 Typical vanlife meal.

Typical vanlife meal.

 Master rock collector. 

Master rock collector. 

 There's a bad moon on the rise!

There's a bad moon on the rise!

 The joshua trees remind me of something right out of a Dr. Seuss book. What do you think?

The joshua trees remind me of something right out of a Dr. Seuss book. What do you think?

 Dawn patrol.

Dawn patrol.

 I love getting inspired by others' work or even Hollywood movies. Hope you enjoyed the photos.

I love getting inspired by others' work or even Hollywood movies. Hope you enjoyed the photos.