Never-dried vernal
There was a little rain earlier in the day, but not enough to make much of a difference in the dryness of the landscape. This parched area, for example, was, until it finally gave up the water-ghost a month ago, a pond. In the 30 years I've been going by it, I've never seen it empty. To be honest, I didn't even know it was capable of disappearing; I guess I'd figured it was too deep to fail. But fail it did, and if it supported any fish—I'm pretty sure this was the case—the herons and crows made quick work of the piscine corpses, as the last traces of water were evaporating. I stopped and took a picture: a witness to history. A documentation of drought.