I awoke at 6am on an instinct...
I knew the night before that there was a chance of snow in 'The Park'. By now, I know the park so well that I just call Joshua Tree National Park 'the park,' as if it were my backyard. Maybe that means I’m becoming a local—but honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
When I looked out the window, a heavy blanket of snow covered the ground. I missed the last snow day in Joshua Tree years ago because of an injury, and I wasn’t about to let that happen again. I threw on my clothes and headed for 'the park' as quickly as I could, determined not to waste this rare opportunity.
There was a heavy fog in the air... I was in the clouds
When I arrived at the park, it was still snowing. The snow wasn’t as thick here as it had been back in Landers where I was staying, but the entire park was shrouded in clouds. A dense, tangible fog blanketed everything. Photographing the transformed landscape meant fully embracing the ethereal scene—the fog, the mist, and the snow all blending together into a dreamlike tableau.
