This one mirrors the 1949 June Vogue cover by Clifford Coffin.

I like the desert. There is a familiarity there. It resembles many of my recurring dreams that began as a child; an abandoned land that I would fill up with my mind.  

Most people see a bottomless infinity, desolation and life that is stunted. But I see it as a place not known. The sun pulsating on my skin feels good and for awhile it allows me to forget the disconnect my body and muscles experience. I shut off my phone and I am away from everything.

I like the solitude and meeting of unusual and unexpected characters and sites. If you don't expect it, you appreciate it more. The desert is a clean slate devoid of noise, commercialism, TV, social media and nonsense, and I am alone and able to comb through a land full of interesting pockets. 

As she moves away from you, diminishing in size, it reveals the journey toward something. Progression in a land that feels lost, she has lost something and can't seem to find it.