Story Time, 2011-present

Jill and I were invited onto an acquaintance’s land to investigate a ravine full of horse skeletons. Rumor is that the previous land owners disposed of their horses there when they died of starvation. We excavated over 20 horse skeletons alongside a trashed washing machine, garden hoses, and other refuse.
The horse bones were added to our preexisting found-bone collection but greatly increased its overwhelming horror and impact. “Story Time” forbodes childhood’s enchantment of animals with adulthood’s necessary repudiation.