Seven days. Trucks full of gear, a handful of my favorite creatives, and more desert than I knew what to do with.  This was Namibia.

I switched cameras on and off, long lens for the ones taken screaming down sandy roads yelling "Get the Shot!", medium format for the ones where I could actually stand still and soak it in. A comet blazing through the night skies, laughter like I've never felt coming out of my own mouth.  And oh those goosebumps that will forever live under my skin. 

I call this my rite of passage. Not because it was easy. Because it wasn't, and I did it anyway, and came home a different photographer than the one who left.

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