I’m having a hard time coming back here to the coast. I like living here and I couldn’t live on the Rez again but I find myself longing to return to eastern Washington and just roam around. These images are from the Snake River region. They are both of Buffalo Eddy and as you can tell from the pictographs they have long been a site to which people were drawn. I don’t seem to be able to get the image of the water and the rock out my head. There are moments when I swear I can smell the rock dust, that almost metallic smell of age and memory.

I didn’t expect Thyra’s death to effect me this way. I knew I would feel grief and probably the headache I’ve had since Friday is because of that. But this longing….

Don’t know what to do with it except just wait it out.