Elizabeth Anne VanderPutten, Portrait

Elizabeth Anne VanderPutten

My White Sands


Tracks in Time

 

Looking Back

My footprints will not long remain.

 

 

Wind Ripples the Sand

At 17 mph, the wind starts to form ripples in the sand, bouncing sand grains in furrow-like lines that run the way it is blowing, like fingers in the sand.

Fading Footprints

The desert records few memories.

 

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