I confess these two images exist due to stubborn character and ingrained habit, cabin fever, therefore mild boredom and no kind of inspiration. I went with one camera and one lens expecting nothing. We walked a mile or two under imperfect light, finding dry washes, creosote and haze obscuring distant subjects. I kept looking and struggling with no success, but recall: I did not expect success. I did not expect anything, so was able to keep going without the weight of frustration and its ensuing fatigue.

Durability and persistence supersede talent, also intuition, and even lack of interest.