A Glimpse of an End

The salt of the Earth is an end of days — all the water has gone and I have glimpsed the great death. An endless plane of tar, clay, and salt minerals has petrified anything that dared linger. There is only the silent song of what was… ages roll into this lake bed… large reptiles of lore and curious trails of foreshadowing laid bare. Our presence felt but never seen, the Jetty lingers in the mind beyond its welcome, of the earth and back into the earth it goes, on a scale of time I cannot understand. I am only passing through this place. Not even footprints remain.

Spiral Jetty by Robert Smithson. Photos by Corey Leamon.
The Great Salt Lake.

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