A handful of native cottonwood and birch trees hug a flat section of riverbank. The widespread branches let the wind rush through, but the trunks are vulnerable to lightning.
The hills surround us like walrus stranded atop the continent. A column of dust obscures the immediate past; ahead lies the pallet of nothingness, but I am inconstant and drift over the horizon like sand.
I’m always on the lookout for forgotten photos; the ones that someone dumps in a box and drops at the thrift. The unknown dead, missing and extinct, caught in odd poses or common places. This original print is 1.5″ x 2.5″ but it held up well when scanned. I add color as it seems pleasing to me.