

A surreal rural scene imbued with hidden threats, hints of violence. Knowing the American West as I do I look around for men in big trucks with gun racks on the back window, dogs panting, ready for the hunt, especially in this season. It’s clear that what I am looking for is just over the hill. I’m thinking about the second amendment and the divisions in my own family over guns. There is so much poetry for me here in this moment yet I don’t want to linger. I feel quite fearful. A few quick clicks of my shutter and I quickly return to my car.