The picture below is of the Marysville Cemetery in Marysville, California. The cemetery flooded when the nearby Feather River overflowed its banks from the heavy rains we've experienced in the state this winter.
When I first saw the photograph, I thought that it might be a film still: it looked so strange and otherworldly, like it could exist only for entertainment purposes.
After looking at it a while longer, I became sad, thinking about those bodies and decomposed remnants under those grave markers, helpless to alter their situations. It struck me that they were so humiliated and suffocated by all of that water.
It occurred to me that the river cared for nothing but itself.
When I first saw the photograph, I thought that it might be a film still: it looked so strange and otherworldly, like it could exist only for entertainment purposes.
After looking at it a while longer, I became sad, thinking about those bodies and decomposed remnants under those grave markers, helpless to alter their situations. It struck me that they were so humiliated and suffocated by all of that water.
It occurred to me that the river cared for nothing but itself.
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