Quiet Despiration

A dusky overcast sky, buzzards fly low over mother rocks and cracked asphalt. The once thriving town sits quietly waiting for the blazing day to come. Empty lawn chairs perch under makeshift trailer overhangs waiting for owners to resume their vigil and the tall cactus keep sentinel as barren outskirts merge toward empty desert.   This is Cornhub.

Pose by: SE Motion
Sky: modified wastelands