Standing 223 feet below sea level on the toxic shores of the Salton Sea, I discovered what might be the most surreal place I've ever photographed. This former celebrity playground where Frank Sinatra once partied has collapsed into salt-crusted ruins and abandoned trailers slowly being devoured by the desert, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that's both haunting and beautiful. The smell of hydrogen sulfide hits you immediately, but so does the unexpected sight of art installations sprouting from the wreckage like desert flowers. I came for the ruins but found something more compelling: a living ghost town where environmental catastrophe has somehow birthed an artistic renaissance.