Author Description

It is the rare walk across the prairie that doesn’t yield some relic of life, or of former life: a bleached deer bone, the pale apparition of a shed snake skin; an empty box turtle shell with its delicate mica-like covering starting to peel; a half of a freshwater clam shell resting on top of a cow patty, its smooth, opalescent inside glinting in the sunlight. The evidence of life and of death is ever-present and endlessly fascinating. Remains documents, in stark color images, these small and poignant reminders of past lives.