the conspiracy of clocks

It’s easier to shrug than scream

To sigh

At the unsolicited decay

As like an abandoned house

We inch toward collapse.


Things are not as we had imagined

When through those windows

We gazed like school children

On a Friday afternoon


Shattered now,

Our boney boards

Wince and moan

Beneath the weight of the

Ghosts that wander through


I'm not sure how,

Or when,

But my life has happened.

Is happening

Before I could welcome-

Before I could even


My breath.


Helpless now,

I catalogue the cracks

In my invincibility


Another tortured witness


By the conspiracy

Of clocks


Took this photo in Death Valley at the same time as my last photo. I had always wanted to see the dunes so it was a real thrill to shoot them! When we arrived it was so late, I worried that I wouldn't be able to get the photo in time. But the guys I was traveling with were a great help, running across the sand dunes with me as the sun set, lugging my camera gear and this oversized antique hour glass. So it is very much thanks to them that I was able to get this shot in time!


Model: Adam Booth


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Taken on March 21, 2012