During the hours, days, and weeks of chasing storms during the monsoon in the southwest, I quite often fill the time listening to audiobooks or my favorite bands. And yet these are moments of loneliness that I embrace. I remember the unique sound of shuffling of paws by my German Shepherd and Norwegian Elkhound as they prepare to run into the open fields the moment I park atop a remote hill. The whipping of the wind through mesquite and cacti gives way to a pelting of rocks and sand as the storm's outflow brings a momentary cooling of the desert floor. And it's in these moments I am surrounded by bliss of silence from the voice of another human within miles. It's a unification of land, ...