Photo Story: Breaking Point

15762872911_3636a81775_kThe view is better now, a verdant hillside shattered, not one crimson setting sun but hundreds, the dusty smell of late summer drifting in. And somewhere out there, in the tall grass and scattered stones—freshly turned earth, the shell that remains after the last neuron quit firing, after I finally made him shut up.


I should change the glass before his mother comes wondering, hang a curtain, scatter seeds on the bare earth. But I will miss the way the sun scatters through the fractured glass, all his yelling cut to whispers, my breath, and the bright quiet.


Melinda McCamant is a writer and photographer living in Portland, Oregon. You can find select stories and recipes at
Photo credit: Thomas Hawk

6 Responses to “Photo Story: Breaking Point”

  1. Cyndee Begallia says:

    Brilliant. Melinda! I am so thrilled so see what you’ve been thriving with! Yay!

  2. joyona medhi says:

    Each word sent down shivers.
    Hat’s off!

  3. Elaine McKay says:

    So good. Love it.

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