Exactly 90 years ago, a group of young friends took a road trip to Death Valley in 1926. The photo album, with detailed captions, a written record in the form of diary entries, ended up in the California archives for me to find all these years later. The identity of the diarist and the photographer are unknown. But I feel like I know them. We’ve both travelled the same road, passing the same desert landmarks, homesteads and ghost towns nearly a century apart, and I feel like we took this trip together, exploring the alien landscape, documenting as we went. There’s something very comforting and reassuring to me about knowing how similar an experience can be despite the decades between us…
-Messy Nessy Chic
