This is where I live.
There's no trees,
there's no forests,
there's no meadows of grass and flowers,
but there is sagebrush, and scrub grass, and more space than you could possibly imagine, and sky that arches overhead, endless and unimagineably blue, from horizon to horizon: cloudless, empty, ancient, and pure.
I love it more often than I hate it, although I don't know that I can stand to stay.
I've been feeling horribly uninspired lately, photo-wise, and generally exhausted. I couldn't tell you why, but lately taking photos has been too much about thinking and too little about feeling.