Staring out the window at the telephone wires like pencil lines in the sky, Emma watched as the bushes moved with angst in directions opposing the wind, and the far off silhouettes of etcho-sketch mountains and clouds that moved in haste as if coming home way past curfew.
And while the landscape sped by, and still with no idea where they were going, she wondered if these would be the last things she ever saw.
- She Never Saw It Coming [unedited]
Photo credit: DODGE’S WHEEL Death Valley, California, 1977 by Jean-Loup Sieff












