Greetings and salutations. Apologies for the long quiet. I’m still riding, traveling, writing, and photographing, but so much has gone on recently some projects had to be back burnered temporarily. After…
Have you ever thought the blinking cursor on your screen might be mocking you? Losing sequence, speeding up, slowing, laughing, emphasizing a sort of exclamation point on your writer’s block?…
In winter, southern plains weather changes on a dime, at times shifting some forty or fifty degrees within twenty-four hours. Seventy in the morning, twenty by afternoon is not as unheard of…
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…
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 was colder than calculated and the crosswind cut like hell, but the cold air felt like catching my breath. We’re in a drought again, the air holds it, dry…
Southwest of Joplin MO on the Mother Road is Miami OK, once a town with ideas of grandeur and promise as well as the pocket book to back those ideas owing…
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