End of the Earth


rob hart

I travel as much as I can afford, and afford much less than I desire. The rewards, however, are priceless.
Watching sunlight creep across a red desert valley, glitter through an emerald forest, or transform a desolate expanse of ice and snow into a wrinkled lavender blanket is much more than these photographs can provide. They are simply tiny slices of time, a memory; a single moment of the landscape that will never be the same again.