I watch the rocks.
They are never exactly the same as when I looked.
Who walked here?
Who stepped on these rocks?
Who did the rocks see?
Part of me.
Dust in my nose, on my feet, in my cells.
Near the Stone Johnny on my cousin’s ranch. our grandfather homesteaded here at the turn of the twentieth century. We are proud to be half Norwegians from the Norwegian community of Hodges. Now the post office has closed, no one dances in the hall, the school has been standing empty since before I was born.
Same rock, closer
I tried the HD Paint settings on my Sony Alpha77. I changed the levels to give more contrast.