Of: Gastronomy and Monks

The dunes proved especially difficult to escape. 

Sand rolled quickly from under my feet. It was a subtle reminder of what just fell through my grasp. I arrived at the top of a warped wooden staircase and was greeted by a beautiful stranger. She asked me to photograph the sunrise and send it to her. When I turned toward the ocean, I saw that light from our sun (90 million miles, away) had commuted with earth’s atmosphere into colorful patterns across the sky.

There was something here more real than we could ever imagine. At that very instance, I decided to push with unrelenting desire from every fiber in my body.

This is a journal about food and our immutable relationship.

Matthew Sanchez