
A Place in the Grass
ABSTRACT by Lindsey Nette We reached the edge of that forgotten dock and jumped, arms raised, into knee-deep grass. We wore rubber boots, and carried a camera strung to a kite. The dock was an unfinished fragment of a bridge. After crossing a dried up coulee it ended abruptly, two feet above the grass and some unknown depth above solid ground. I wondered how many tourists, after detouring hours off the highway to visit the...