Julie Rybachek

Sometimes, when all is quiet, there is a voice. It may be mistaken for the wind…but it is the ancestral voice of the american southwest. It calls out from the crumbling adobe, the abandoned santuario, the forgotten back road. I honor that voice in my photographs.
My love of this natural, cultural, and historic beauty has inspired me to capture the spirit and ancient soul of the southwest before it disappears into folklore.
~Julie Rybachek