Textures, colors, grasshoppers, darkling beetles, and cactus; a bull leaves a dry water hole; starving horses move to a water tank while vultures circle overhead. Drought drags on, fire rages, and summer monsoons seem far away.
Life and death. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a grasshopper by the toe.
There are good days. There are bad days.
Some days you’re a black widow spider on top of your web. The world is at your feet, and it fears you.
Other days, you’re the grasshopper, caught by the most delicate thread and just by the toe. Yet, each time you hop away, you land in exactly the same place.
I took this photo on a day when I was perceived as the spider – though I felt like the grasshopper. Gratefully, those days are past.