We had been here before. Register Cliff in South Dakota. Before I had started this project in 2006, we stopped here and made a few quick photos. This place fits so well the theme of proximity, that I had to return to see if I could better interpret the place. Again, the emigrants rested over here and carved names into the soft sandstone. But here, the local government has now erected a cyclone fence around the oldest of the carvings to protect them from vandalism. People had been continuously scratching in their names all along, but at some point it stopped being history and became graffiti. In 100 years from now, will people wonder why the names stopped? This was a living monument to the movement of people. Weather has already worn away many of the names. With no new names being added, at a point in time, this place will again be a clean slate.