Vinyl Siding and Weathered Ribs
The Old Dump, where I used to photograph the battered and brief history of human occupation in this area, was cleaned up and bull-dozed over a few years ago. I still go there, to walk with the dog, but not to take photos. It’s not the same: weeds have moved in, as they do when ground in our desert is disturbed. Lovely weeds, actually. About hip-high, like feathers; dry stems only. The countryside is dried out and blonde: humidity has stabilized at around 10%.
During the day it’s too bleak even for me, but in late evening, the wind may come up and harsh sunlight lowers to cast deep shadows. Walking is enjoyable, with the addition of a “sea of weeds” rolling and bowing under the hot breeze.
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.