Waste land

Posted on December 22, 2008 by Dave Bonta
This entry is part 3 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador

Poem: 'The land gets under my skin and festers. Its native inhabitants dwindle from unknown causes. Old-world weed seeds germinate in the crevasses of my bootprints.'

(For an uncaptioned version of the photo, see here.)

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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2 Responses to Waste land

  1. dale says:
    December 22, 2008 at 4:51 pm

    I like this a lot.

  2. bev says:
    December 23, 2008 at 9:55 pm

    Beautiful photo.
    Powerful words.