Friday, June 1


On my recent memorial weekend road trip through Wyoming I came across a few places that I felt were strangely beautiful; lonely and with a feeling of desperation. I pull over and get out. there is near silence except for faint whispers swirling around me in the wind. dust scratches at my boots. a sign wobbles. there is something about these places that whittles at my bones. I know i'm alone but I almost feel, as I stand and listen, that something there is watching me, studying me. a visitor i am.

frames by katie pertiet

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

those frames are really cool...