The backside of summer in Montana. The sagebrush, prickly pear, and conifers remain green, but everything else is dormant, brittle, or dead. The rivers flow meekly.
Evening brings desert winds, smoke and dust, and dry lightning storms.
From the vantage point of this world a place forever wanting of water, landlocked and nearly one mile above sea level, where fire is the signature element I contemplate the shark and his world, cool or cold, aquamarine and sparkling. We have only their teeth. The most terrible teeth imaginable. Scientists say we did not appear in a flash of light. It was terrifying, hard-earned, with many casualties along the evolutionary way.