Surveying the Night Skies of Chile
After days of blank, endless sand, to the horizon and back without a horizontal line breaking up the distance, I…
After days of blank, endless sand, to the horizon and back without a horizontal line breaking up the distance, I…
“They are bottomless. People have dived there but no one has been able to find where the spring comes from.”…
The airport was nothing more than a wooden shack in the middle of the desert. A sign labeled “Gate 1”…
The sound of the zipper unzipping, its teeth slowly pulling apart along its metal spine, pulled me out my sleep…
I’d trained for months and I couldn’t climb the stairs without getting winded. They led up to the terrace of…
Our bus broke down in the driest desert on Earth. We were halfway through the six-hour journey from Antofagasta, the…