Breakers, Gina Renee 2020; ink on paper, photographic edit

Harvest.

This go ‘round:

THREAD? Just that, it would seem. We in Nevada scooped up very little this year. Inclement weather in the spring stripped what may have been for us to see. But roots have gone down deep. The earth groans. Sand. Clay. Rock. As always, we wait to see what unfolds. Slowly, slowly. Piano, piano.

Quiet songs.

Leaves blanket over us softly as we ready ourselves for the changes in the air. We sigh and breath and take in the stillness.