It was too hot and too dusty in the drought-ridden Central Valley to spend more than 30 minutes at this thirsting, dehydrated lake that had all but evaporated. Jagged shards of sandstone covered the lakebed and dead branches cast shadows on the opaque surface of the water, the in-between devoid of life. For how parched and desolate the landscape was, the lake still had its own strangely fluorescent, toxic beauty. So we dipped our toes in, hesitantly at first, before deciding it was safe enough and wading in up to our chins. We played dead in this radioactive cesspool, just for a bit, snapping a memory of a place we will probably never see again.
Model: David Xie