Things don’t stay the same in the wash…

This morning while looking for something else I came upon an old photograph…


That big square post just behind Ghost is the end of a fence, and just on the other side of that is the start of the path to Landlady’s place.

I took this picture this morning…


So much sand got washed downstream in the flash floods of this year and last that the level of the wash is substantially lower than it was two years ago. At the top of that ridge you can see the depression that is where the remnant of that path suddenly ends…


…and that post didn’t quite wash downstream but it sure didn’t stay stuck in the ground. It was held where it is by the wire and all those other fenceposts, and is now slowly being buried by silt and erosion.

Nothing stays the same in the wash.

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