Photography is crack. It is a drug that won't let you go. It brings out the worst and I love it. The worst are my biases and generalizations, my obsessiveness and lust for gear, my incessant need to share and get gratification from kudos. I love it because it makes me see these things and because I breathe when I do it and notice the tiniest things around me. I love it because it facilitates relation with others and transports anyone anywhere. In this case, the Painted Hills.