It’s like waking up. The haze has stretched on and on for months and even in gear and loading up, like checking another must from the endless to do list,…
The sun is sinking behind us, the shadows from the overarching trees have grown into one around us. Passing open river flood fields, the grass seems particularly greyed in its…
Selections from a recent photo trip to the Wichitas.
It’s amazing the difference a hundred miles in Oklahoma can make. A hundred miles west yesterday in a swirl of hot dust and I found myself writing about the heat…
In the blazing glare of July sun, those fine details which I recounted from this same road only a few months ago are washed away. Faded in a miasma of radiating blacktop and all-encompassing…
Summer was here long before the solstice. The heat came early and uncomfortably so, but everything went by quickly then. Blink and spring is summer, turn around and June is…
In some cultures, the new year begins in the autumn. There is something to be said for that idea. Looking back at posts from Septembers previous, a theme emerges, one…
It had been in the distant margin all day, looming. Against a soft blue sky it seemed billowy and pretty, relatively small so distant, but the stature was ever rising…
Scenes from two separate trips (in the same week) to The Wichita Mountains.
The world was painted blue. When we crested hills, ahead on the low horizon in a clearing of clouds, the last light of set sun glowed through, sickly salmon colored.…
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