Ouachita mountains Arkansas.

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In the realm of Sasquatch
You must rely almost entirely on your sense of smell, your vision and hearing are not up to the task. Close your eyes and breath through your nose as if you are appreciating a fine wine. Filter out the loamy forest smells and the aroma of wet. Push past the distractions and search for the pungent smell of old damp fur. You'll not hear or see him, Bigfoot moves through the forest like still air and it will only be at the last moment, when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, that you'll feel him brush past.
Ouachita mountains, Ouachita national forest Arkansas.

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Ouachita mountains Arkansas.

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Yell county Arkansas.

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Despite being the lungs of our world some people are hell bent on emphysema, caring little until the day the Earth lay gasping for breath.


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Twice a year the Sun wields a blade and lacerates the geometry of existence, exposing it’s beating heart.

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I drove out of the drive way and turned right, onto the dirt road. Less than a mile down the the road and on my left, where the land rose several feet above the road, I saw a a large piece of plywood painted like an American flag. This flag was at the end of a barbed wire fence at the gap where a drive way cut into the property. As I slowed I saw two shirtless teenage boys just on the other side of the fence and to the left of the flag. One of the boys was laying on his back, with his legs bent over the edge of the flat rock, pushing out bench press reps with a barbell, the other stood watching. I was talking on the phone and the realization of this scene which would have made a nice photograph (that will never be) didn't hit me until several hours later. To add insult to injury, it was just after sunset in that really amazing light that wraps everything in the soft glow of nostagia. It was a scene that deserves a poem to be written about it and I know now that photographing it would have destroyed it.

Arkansas 2015

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