She seems to be waiting.  Arms folded.  Patiently.  Tenderly.  Who is she?  Who created her?

She fell from someone’s fingertips into the dirt, over 3000 years ago.  And there she stayed, through floods and tornadoes and highway construction and plowing, until someone came along and found her.

How many had passed her by in those centuries?  Steps away.  Never realizing she was just this close.

Time seems to mean nothing to her.  A day, a decade, a lifetime.  All fleeting.


About Jenny Ellerbe

I am a photographer living, and working, in northeastern Louisiana.
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