I met Bill Witherspoon a full decade ago when he hired me to join his company, Sky Factory. Before I knew it, I had a plane ticket to Boise, ID, where he met our party in a GMC truck covered with so much dust that it looked like the bones of an old horse.

We drove in a new rental, a spotless black Tahoe. We followed the billowing dust cloud that Bill’s truck would leave until we crossed into Oregon, picked up groceries up at Burns, and continued over to the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, our base camp.

On the first day of our deep desert excursion, after what seemed like hours of driving five-miles-per-hour—over and around tire-busting boulders, he finally signaled to stop.

It was baking hot outside and there was nothing but miles of open land around us. The faint off-road track that we followed all morning still stretched to a scorched and endless horizon. Like most, I considered myself a nature lover, but this was, well… The desert.

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Oregon high desert. Photo by Bill Witherspoon.

Bill hopped out of his old truck and pointed to the towering rock rim over our left flank, then he pointed to a bank of clouds drifting overhead. He said: “The same laws of fluid dynamics that gave the rock rim its shape also form the clouds overhead.”

He had hardly finished the sentence before the white clouds dissolved into the clear blue sky without a single trace. At that moment, I realized I was before someone who saw way beyond appearances. Bill Witherspoon sought the bone marrow of the elemental.

His statement was a precise and probing observation about the laws of physics that govern the desert ecology working at two distinct temporal scales so far removed from one another that in our immediate experience we are blind to their singular source.

The winds that hollow out the rock rims of the desert topography, over eons, are the same laws of physics that streamline the evanescent clouds at a moment’s notice. The juxtaposition of these colossal time scales—solid rock rims and diaphanous water vapor—next to one another, took my breath away.

That day I learned that there was indeed nothing to see in the desert. However, such nothingness contained a hidden temporal and spatial cosmology so immense that it would take a lifetime to uncover. Yet, Bill knew what he was talking about. You could see it in his eyes. This man knew how to enter space.

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Desert playa, southeastern Oregon. Photo by Bill Witherspoon.

Enter Space—Stories from the High Desert is a record of Bill’s transformation from young man, threadbare artist and spiritual seeker to seasoned surveyor, conscientious ecologist, but most remarkably, mirror of the desert. Bill has experienced remarkable things out there—sharing a porch with rattlesnakes, walking among the West’s last wild horses, and even forging a long friendship with a rancher named Dan Barry—who shared a tacit acquiescence that certain events, out in the desert, defy explanation (see Book I, The Green Book).

Like peeling a good onion, Bill’s stories have layers that you sense, rather than see. Yet, those layers run deep. They are memorable because they brim with the genuine surprise of one who writes to makes sure that something did, indeed, occur. Something timeless runs through them. It’s almost like Bill sought to write them before he himself disappears into the sagebrush wind that sweeps the wide open desert playa.

According to cognitive psychology, the relationship our brain perceives between space and time is asymmetrical; we use space as a measure for time. So what shift befalls our perception of time in the unalloyed atmosphere of a vast and undisturbed open landscape?  What would such perceived timelessness do to our appreciation of self?

Would we take a measure of our insignificance in the context of Cosmic Time and merge into an experience of self-transcendence? Or would time itself collapse out of its illusory linearity? Would we experience another time, in place?

Round Mountain, southeastern Oregon desert. Photo by Bill Witherspoon.

Such happenings are known to occur, particularly in the desert. Reality is thin out there. In quiet places like the high steppe desert, time and space may reveal their hidden dynamics.

Bill sought to experience life’s hidden layers, so he took to the desert as the ideal condition for a lifelong experiment: how would the vastness of the landscape alter and deepen his perception? How would he register and record such changes?

An avid student of eastern meditation practices and ancient treatises on sacred geometry and compositional principles, outlined specifically to heighten the consciousness of the artisan, initiated Bill down a long fruitful road of artistic output—not for personal expression, but as a legitimate and intimate means of spiritual exploration.

He became scientist, guinea pig, and metaphysical explorer, all rolled into one.

However, the desert had its own ideas, its own cast of characters, and its own designs. In fact, while Bill would leave the desert many times over the ensuing decades, the desert would never leave him. Man and place would be indivisible, which is something that we tend to forget, has always been the case.

In ancient times, the geography of a place was so intrinsic to a person’s identity and character that one’s name was meaningless without reference to place—Francis of Assisi, Elaine of Aquitaine, Augustine of Hippo—are but a few noteworthy examples. One would not be amiss to follow suit with the author—Bill of Ouragon (the French root of Oregon).

However, Enter Space is not a narrative about locating a person in a place, as much as it is about the heart of the dweller resonating with a place so deeply that it becomes that evanescent horizon line where the evening sky fades into Earth shadow.

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90-square-foot artist’s studio somewhere out in the southeastern Oregon desert. Photo by Bill Witherspoon.

As the English poet William Blake famously said: “if one were to cleanse the doors of perception, all things would appear as they are—infinite.” The desert’s harsh environment and minimal living conditions sharpen perception, strip it of flotsam, awakening the senses to their undiscovered capabilities.

Such exposure can lead to subtle and sublime perception. As the record of the artist’s experience, Enter Space is an open invitation to experience the desert through our own heart and mind. The unassuming simplicity of the place welcomes the eager seeker. 

Enter Space is a collection of 27 short stories and 108 photographs of the high Oregon desert collected in five books, each one a distinct theme—awakenings, longings, flights, gifts, and invocations—that provide the context for the alchemical quality the vast landscape has on the perception and observations of the solitary desert dweller.

The stories range in tone and subject matter, some recollect the impressions and experiences of a young man drawn to one of the most remote areas in North America—the western edge of the 200,000 square mile Great Basin.

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Others describe the landscape with the zeal of a seasoned naturalist while yet others dip into the poetics of solitude and the spiritual alchemy present when one approaches the land with reverence and gratitude. Other stories narrate the artist’s attempt to paint the evanescence of late afternoon while a select few—brief and intense like poems—detail the indelible memory of experiences, including devotional ones that defy categorization. 

Bill’s writing style is simple and direct. A search for clarity above all else seems to be the driving force of sentence structure, metaphor, simile and even of the stories themselves.

Spanning five decades from 1962 to 2019, each story reveals a little more about the deep beauty that hides in plain sight. If one could build a life out of such serendipitous encounters, one might uncover a measure of grace, touched and sensitized by a dimension of life impossible to access in our densely populated environs.

Enter Space is that uncommon gem—a witness to a lifestyle few of us would dare endure, yet one that promises much to the devoted explorer of consciousness. These stories hold many mysteries. How many will unveil before your eyes?

In September, the author will showcase curated desert photography at ART 52 Gallery. Visit and receive a 20% discount on the purchase of a limited edition book or photographs. Signed copies of the book will be limited to the first 250 copies. Exhibit images are each limited to 5 signed photographs.

Unsigned books and exhibit prints are available while supplies of the 1st edition last. Enter Space is also available online for out of town orders. For more information, www.enterspacenow.com or info@enterspacenow.com. This story first appeared as a book review in The IOWA Source.