Composed

Back road outside of Saratoga, WY

On driving excursions, Aaron tries to accommodate my persistent urges to pull over and let me take a picture. It hits me suddenly, so it’s not always a safe place to stop the car. But I see something, and I don’t want to lose it. It feels urgent, and I want to remember.

I see a worn, maybe-unfinished enclosure just off of the road, isolated out in the bracing cold wind where there’s nothing around to restrain it. Going nowhere in particular, we…