LIKE ANOTHER
WORLD
The landscapes in the American Southwest were the first time I really fell in love with deserts. Everything felt unfamiliar, the colors, the shapes, even the sense of distance. Across endless horizons, moon-like terrain unfolds, with rocks rising like cathedrals and hoodoos shaped slowly by time. I remember a single rock spire standing alone in the Badlands, like something from a sci-fi film. Each place felt completely separate from the next, like stepping into a new world every time.
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