This summer I spent two weeks getting lost in the west with a friend. The thing I had not figured out was that, while traveling, I was also finding bits and pieces of myself along the way. The silence and quietness of the desert was exactly what I needed to reconnect to my wild self. And so it all began. The process of self-exploration and reconnection *(as cheesy as this may sound) started once and for all. And now that I am about to depart once again for another desert, one dear to my hear and soul, one of discoveries, deep down in the Middle East in just five days, I cannot begin to imagine the many more steps I will be taking toward those peaceful discoveries of mine while always with camera at hand.