Posted on August 1, 2022 by Mark Maybe I can be one of those photographers who shoot pictures of old fences in the dunes. I’ll hike for miles in stifling heat. I’ll get coated in sand and bitten by flies. I’ll suffer from thirst and hunger. And then, while seeking out the perfect photo, I will die. Years later, somebody will discover my wind-swept bones. They will find inspiration. They will take a photo. And the cycle will continue.