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Not a war zone, my commute route.
Today we drive past, stopping in a turnout on the opposite side of the road.
I jump out for a photo, so I can consider. Remember. Pay homage.
I've called it a shipping container, J. says no, it is a trailer for a semi-truck.
Upon looking in the daylight, I agree. If it were a metal shipping container, it's end would not be ripped open and showing wood.
This canyon road used to be the serene part of my drive.
Dark ~ Quiet ~ Empty
Now, so much debris is strewn everywhere, from building trash to furniture, to who knows what.
It has become an eerie road, especially at night.
I believe it was these type of block letters "YNOT" painted on the overpass pillars (far right of photos further above & below) - one letter to each pillar...there Friday night, painted over today.
There was someone in that little bulldozer, scraping the dirt clean, flat. Why? is my question.
I've mentioned the young person who lives here. I see her/him crossing the road at night or walking the patch of earth on the opposite side of the road, wearing a headlamp. I see flickers of light in the home as I drive by. Today I noticed the small cross tucked at the base of the hillside, across the road from the trailer. Has it always been there? I'm not sure. Does it have something to do with this resident? Again, I have no way of knowing. But, I wonder.
As we drive away, I notice the resident coming slowly out of the trailer, through the ripped open end.
May we feel safe where we are
May we hold compassion for others
May we continue as best we can
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2022