The clouds raced across the sky and moonlight danced over her bleached skull. It dappled the leaves where clusters of bones lay like a child's pile of discarded building blocks. A forest of tiny pink flags stood in the brush to mark her bones.  Bits of a brassy blond wig bearded a jaw embedded in the folds of a wet denim shirt. The bones of her foot were neatly bagged in a soggy sock pressed in the mud beside a ragged tennis shoe. Like a tiny tank, a gray roly poly pill bug crawled along her femur. Empty orbits of her skull stared back at me as I adusted the camera on the tripod. A January wind blew hair in my eyes while I focused the camera in the dark.  And her patient stare gazed back through the lens as I pushed the button.