On the empty road in the arid lands of north eastern Nevada the earth is broad and distances are deceptively vast. Largely unpopulated, the yellow line of the road cutting it like a knife, the land has a sense of the infinite. Light and colors are as clean and pure as the sky and the light. It is places like this where prophets and shamans would go to speak with God. Desolate, vacant, and straight as a streak of light the desert road carries with it a touch spiritual for the contemporary driver, holding the promise of speed and unimpeded travel.