All around you, the feelings of yesterday are brought to the forefront, in pieces of mountains cut by streams, in taller than ever trees, tilting and swaying with the wind, by lakes, large or small, that are placed wrapped in brown soil, or touched by animals that find them to drink. Or tall weeds that seemingly have captured this thing of the past, grabbed it, held it, kept it whole, make it a part of them forever.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Chris Hall
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