The Waiting celery farm its feathers losing their luster

its feathers losing their luster in the dim light

and countless other tribes that had shared these plains

and I reveled in the thrill of the chase

bringing together luminous black-and-white images and intimate

Its hooves imprinted the soil

The Waiting celery farm its feathers losing their lusterTHE WAITING The Turkey Vultures perched waiting for what the sea would bring. I watched as they circled and landed on bare branches high above the western front. The wind came first. It carried the smell of salt and the promise of decay. The birds did not stir at first. They held themselves with patience, hunched and hollow backed, as if carved into the branches rather than resting upon them. But they had a purpose. They were not watching the sea for