Winter scowls against the agitant desert sands and a clear cold sky opens the morning. A burned out shack lies desolate and alone for the two riders. Blackened bones of timber and the mangled Joshua tree besides it. They know not the ancient fate that befell the inhabitants of this dire place. They can only cast their minds back into fantasy and imagine what might have been. The bloody past that occurred is hidden by its own nature. A tree hidden in a forest.
Paddy Dobson
17th September 2021