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.…
Time stops in the faint glow of a headlight pool on a darkened back highway. Thoughts separated blur together into one as the white lines become a vanishing smudge. A…
When did the definition of the long way really begin? Which came first, the interstate system or the long way? The sun had set and we were riding through the in…
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