Never a Wrong Turn (Part I)
I found a puppy burrowed beneath a dead horse on the desolate flats north of Canyon de Chelly.
Horses run free on the high mesas of Navajoland between Canyon de Chelly and the San Juan River. They graze along the weathered highways while cars precariously speed by. All too often, the horses are struck and killed by motorists or attacked by ravenous predators. Carcasses in various forms of decomposition are frequent along these desolate and lonely stretches of road.