For my project, Dry Stone No Sound of Water, I use my farm and the land it embraces, as well as T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land, as a muse. I construct and photograph what I think of as theaters by tearing, twisting, drawing, and arranging images I have taken on my farm for over forty years. I am creating imaginary landscapes and still life in the spirit of 17th century Vanitas paintings as I explore issues of life, death, indulgent consumption, and our cultural alienation from the natural world. The act of crushing a well-made photograph is a personal and performative existential act and a manifestation of my climate grief. From a fixed point on the map, I am a traveler through the Anthropocene as I bear witness to the impact of climate change on the land around me.