Dead Forest

The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees, a place that life has abandoned…

A coyote steals across and disappears into its midst – the urban jungle

The forest of dead trees sits starkly against a grey sky

The ghosts of Indian warriors who once roamed; they watch silently and shake their heads…

The brush is thick; inside a tangle of mangled paths full of thorns…

Once inside, no way out, years roll by

The forest stays mute

An image of decay – parched, cursed, thirsty earth

Worry hangs a heavy curtain to the darkness

Thirst and depravity…the climate changes, life goes on – altered states

The earth spinning into new levels of uncertainty…


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