Hunting Mister Heartbreak in a bad land

Out of an expanse of wheat and rolling prairie, somewhere in the nowhere between Waterville and Wenatchee, Eastern Washington, whilst travelling a seldom used secondary road : an abandoned one room schoolhouse.

A layered palimpsest of graffiti, one corner burned, open to chill wind and weather, framing flat horizons.

The American romance as Desolation Row. When will I ever learn? So much for old school schooling.

This image essay is for Robert the Incomparable of Port Elizabeth as he conquers the Dragon by dictating to a machine. For the inscription in my copy of Bad Land on his bookshelf. It is all about voice recognition. You win the machine but lose the girl. Sometimes.