Wanna know a secret? I blew this thing up in the middle of the road, gauges and all. An explosion of oil, pistons, rods and a layer of grime amassed by years of mechanical labor. There was the phone call to the owner. “Um, I blew up your truck.” “Williams, Arizona.” “Sorry.”
“Leave it,” he said. “Abandon it.”
The only remaining trace is this photograph, made the MOMENT I crossed from Arizona into New Mexico to begin what would become a second life. A return actually. An unexpected homecoming to the West. The light, the landscape and a culture forgotten by all but a few. The veil officially pierced. No going back, at least mentally, but this 250th of a second will remain, both online and in print form. And somewhere out there the bones of a Dodge turn white in the high mountain sun.