Linnea Bullion is a photographer and writer based in Los Angeles, CA. Her self-portraits were recently featured by The Washington Post. Follow Linnea on Instagram.
Death Valley covers three million acres. In the six years I’ve lived in California, I’ve criss-crossed the desert on an (almost) annual basis. I’m not much of a desert-dweller, but I’m impressed by the sunsets, and the adaptations flora and fauna have made to survive.
Mostly, I go to Death Valley to be smacked over the head by the sheer magnitude of the place, and to accept my own insignificance in the face of it. My trusty sedan and I have tread back-and-forth across the stretches of paved freeway. I’ve found hidden waterfalls, marveled at the stars from the sand dunes, and tasted the salt deposited by an ancient lakebed. I’ve slept in the mountains, in my car, and atop a gravel parking lot. I’ve photographed strangers, and myself. I’ve relearned the geology every. Single. Year.
