Beneath a desert sky in Death Valley I went in search of U2’s Joshua Tree location. The tree itself is gone but I wanted to visit where it stood.

I explored areas that rivers run but soon run dry.  I had climbed the highest mountains. I had run through the fields of vast desert spaces, walking obscure canyons I’d never seen. Searching Death Valley allowed me to feel sunlight on my face, before finding success in Death Valley had been like a dust cloud that disappeared without a trace.

In the quiet solitude a howl jumped out at me like a bullet the blue sky – a jet fighter shrieked from behind a hill and thundered low over me.

Instantly I was plunged back into the deadly desert silence to reflect back on all that I can’t leave behind when I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.