Artifact | East Wenatchee, WA | 2017

Resting in a meadow, the big concrete block whispers when I walk past. “Why am I here?” it asks. “And how long has it been?” They’re questions I don’t really want answered because the big block’s value lies, for me, in its mysterious origin. OK, I can guess that it might be the remnant of a fruit conveyor (orchard to river) or a water-pumping station built in the 1940s (maybe). But I’d rather believe it’s an artifact from a lost city, or the toppled spire of a Stonehenge-like monument, or a space obelisk that transmits knowledge from the future. Sadly, though, it’s most likely just what my spouse claims: “A big chunk o’ nuthin’.”