9 Souls | Waterville, WA | 2016
I never knew these people, but aspects of their lives surround me whenever I visit. Some were probably parents. In autumn, the shouts and squeals of kids float to this very spot from the school a block away. Maybe some were farmers. In late summer, harvesters ply the wheat fields at this cemetery’s southern boundary. Some most certainly loved the outdoors. Every winter, skiers and snowmobilers leave tracks on the hill a stone’s throw away. This particular morning, the whole community lays quiet under a blanket of new snow. No sounds. No movement. Just 10 souls — them plus me — with only one able to see his breath.