"All of the technique doesn't matter... only if the feeling is right."
I first went to Death Valley with G.I. in the summer of 1973 after a long photographic romp through the Rockies. On the drive into the Valley, the heat left the deserted highway as a mattress for the scorpions to sunbathe on. We had just left San Francisco with a stash of weed and a pipe made from the brass curves of a turn of the century Victorian chandelier. That night, I hid for hours in our pup tent, sure giant scorpions were the sounds I was hearing and the shadows I was seeing. Finally, I left the tent and braved the outside to see the depth of the galaxy for the first time.
courtesy of Geoffrey Ithen