LINDSAY MARIE ZINGG

Natural Landscapes

CURENT

places that exist on their own terms


“I am drawn to landscapes that embody quiet autonomy – strong, self-contained, and unconcerned with being seen. I work in the threshold.  That moment between intimacy and distance.”

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The Superstition Mountains lie on the outskirts of a broad metropolitan area. You can see them from your own backyard there, a normalized part of a suburban landscape. So it’s surprising that they’ve managed to retain so much mystery and lure – the kind that urges respect and stirs trepidation. These are the mountains where men have been lost, and gold has been found. Where some leave the trail to continue deep inside, seeking a place of utter solitude and a life distilled to survival and necessity.

The Superstitions contain a calm beauty, a place where more rain falls than in any other region nearby. Hedgehog cacti glow with their bright white spines, brittlebush bloom more often and more vibrantly, and chain-fruit cholla are laden with fruit, bending under their weight to the ground.

Legends have been built in these mountains, and nightfall helps you understand why.

A Sonoran Desert hedgehog cactus is lit up by sunset in the foreground of the massive Superstition Mountain range, while the first stars appear across the night sky.

Superstition Wilderness, Tonto National Forest
Yavapai, Wi:kchsawa
O’odham, Gakoḍk

A small waterfall through Havasupai canyon is lit at its top rim with a delicate, orange, fiery light as fall changes the leaves of nearby bushes into a similar color.

Below Mooney Falls, Havasu Canyon, Havasupai Reservation

Light sometimes falls in the most unexpected but perfect of places. Here in Havasu Canyon, one waits for the light to frame the plummeting, grand waterfalls the canyon is known for, creating spectacular moments of grandeur and awe. But further down the canyon, away from that grandeur, hides quiet moments that can be equally poignant. Stumbling upon this quiet cascade nestled between wild canyon grapes, was a beautiful moment itself. But then the fading afternoon light caught the crest of the waterfall, and the worn volcanic rock turned liquid, pouring out into the river below, and my soul melted from within.

“These things I remember as I pour out my soul..”