When I started work on this port­fo­lio of White Sands images, a men­tor of mine told me my pho­tographs looked like folded paper. The word “folded” struck a chord. I think of White Sands as con­stantly unfold­ing — the wind blows, the sand dunes move, every­thing changes all the time. Includ­ing the color. Yes, the gyp­sum sand is pure white, but that pure white sur­face reflects the col­ors of the day like noth­ing else I’ve ever seen. And the col­ors, espe­cially early morn­ing and late evening, sur­round you, enfold you, with their ever-shifting shades. So I decided to name this series Unfolding•Enfolding, to cap­ture the ideas of unfold­ing space, folded shapes, and enfold­ing colors.