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Bonneville

I saw a video of a doggo on the internet today. Since there’s never been a doggo video on the internet before, I’ll wait here while you watch it. Anyway, I was struck by a very visceral memory of being exactly where those dogs are, on the Bonneville salt flats (where they test land speed records and film car commercials). I remembered the washed-out, dried-up grey earth that crumbled into footprints and smeared into dust.…

crows

crows laughing and bouncing and sharpening their beaks crows rustling their feathers lost in their own shadows crows in a jagged line on a telephone wire crows dipping in a rosy puddle crows gathered round the fallen crows streaming towards the sunset weighing down the boughs allopreening, lost in a private moment crows swooping in front of cars and stooping on the gas station roof and rooting through the trash crows foraging in trios, loosely…