© Mike Yost
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2016
Brief. August. Fragile.
Soon to be cut away by autumn’s scythe, hidden momentarily beneath the curved and rolling horizon.
This fleeting moment—captured and displayed and made tangible—robs death of its annual conquest.
A pleasant reminder of the importance of the now, of our shared transience, of our eventual and communal oblivion.
Photograph and prose copyright Mike Yost 2016