It was a Sunday drive to another town for a family gathering. We were early as usual so we decided to go down to the edge of the dam to see if the utilities were pumping out much water. It wasn't the color of the water or the sound of the swift falls and river. It wasn't the smell of the grasses and sage as the snow was melting around them. It wasn't the old bridge that cars and trucks were passing on overhead. And it wasn't the washed out sky in contrast to the canyon walls. It was the abandoned pump house that captured the reason for the photograph. It's haunting.
It's strange. It's beautiful.