Salton of Thought
I could feel a hint of sweat on my brow, like the morning dew clinging to a flower petal. Bones cling to the shore, that they may be one day swept out to see again...the sea. This place has changed, so why do I still look for you? A vacant motel replaced by a yacht club. I thought you'd wait for me, but I'm found chasing the sun, and dancing in the dark. I won't hear nothin' more than the vibrations from my fingertips. Yet you leave your mark all the same, imprints, scratching at the surface. You were there all along, I see.
Photo collaboration with Jen Gold • www.jengoldphoto.com
Until the film develops • Salton Sea, CA