Nita Reitter

A heavy fire suppression door at the server room end marks the boundary of water safety.

The database logs smell of ancient queries and clean tables after a major schema migration.

A compilation script leaves a clean build artifact as it glides across the staging server.

The old mainframe terminals stand tall and silent against the soft pastel glow of the morning lab.

The network operations center rests in deep shadows beneath the towering walls of status monitors.

Sandstone canyon walls radiate the baked clay and juniper scent of the desert day.

Expanding ripples cross the glassy surface of the pond moments after a leaping trout breaks water.

The night falls like a soft, velvet shadow over the hardworking face of the valley town.

A rusted hitching ring in the old brick wall links the modern concrete street to horse-drawn days.

We are all brief travelers leaving faint tire tracks on the unpaved roads of history.