Wanderlust In Moab
I don’t expect anyone to feel sorry for me. I live in Moab. I can be in Arches National Park in 15 minutes, Canyonlands in 45 minutes. Indeed, life is good. And yet, I often find myself off in LaLa Land daydreaming about places that aren’t, well…Moab. It’s my Mom’s fault. I inherited her wanderlust.
It leads me to wonder if all photographers have wanderlust in their hearts. No matter how photographically awesome our hometown, are we always dreaming of life somewhere else? Jackson, Bend, Missoula, Bishop, Taos, Bellingham…the list goes on.
In the middle of a Moab summer, with the temperature soaring, I find myself wishing we lived in Jackson or Missoula. I’d be at the Tetons or Glacier, frolicking in wildflowers and hiking to alpine lakes.
When fall rolls around my mind wanders off to Durango, or maybe Ouray. Yellow aspens stretch as far as the eye can see with jagged mountains towering overhead dusted in the first snow of the season. Oh yes, I would fill memory cards daily.
If only we lived in Bishop, I’d be out photographing the Sierra’s and bouldering in the Alabama Hills. No wait, I’d rather be in Bend. I’d snowshoe into the Cascades every winter and photograph waterfalls in the spring. Oh, oh, oh…Bellingham! I could escape to the North Cascades or Mt. Rainier, where I’d backpack the Wonderland Trail and photograph The Mountain from every angle.
I lived in Phoenix for 18 years. I moved away from the Sonoran Desert in 2002 – three years after developing a passion for photography. How many images do you think I made of stately saguaros and rugged desert peaks during that 3 years? Probably about a dozen. I was too busy wandering off to the Rockies or the Cascades, or taking road trips to anywhere else. I didn’t realize just how good I had it there in Phoenix. The Superstitions and Picacho Peak were so close I could shoot sunset and be back home in time for dinner. But no, I’d spend all my time at home dreaming of fabulous trips to non-Phoenix locations instead of taking advantage of all the amazing-ness that surrounded me.
And now, I’m here in Moab. Canyon Country. Two national parks, a state park and over 2 million acres of wild and rugged BLM land all waiting to be explored literally right outside my door. World class? You bet. I do still daydream and I do road trip elsewhere at every given opportunity. However, I don’t take for granted that I live in Moab. I get out regularly and when I detect that I’m getting bored, I start seeking out local places you don’t find in the tourist brochures.
What’s the moral here? I’m really not certain. I guess if there is one, it’s that no matter where you live, there will always be some place cooler. And, if we keep our minds open we can always find and photograph the beauty that surrounds us. We just need to look for it.




















