This is me chasing a dragonfly at Gangani.

If little me saw this and realized I was chasing dragonflies at 32, I would have been proud.

Different rock-formations, formed over years and years of erosion. There once used to be a river here. So it’s basically a river graveyard. When you look at it you see the past. A past when there was a lot less smoke and trash. People in those days probably had interesting things to say to one another. Like, the way they described things would have been so much more elaborate, to give context. The sky was a screen that forecasted the weather, and little children played with bones. I call them little Jeffries.