The original post for our most recent trip was intended to be a pair of entries about our journey to the Wichita Mountains, Meers, Mt Scott, and Medicine Park, but…
After the hundred mile mark everything funnels into one steady stream of conscious, a oneness with the entire expanse of the infinite, ticking off, inch by inch, mile by mile,…
I believe deeply in ramblin’. Much like piddlin’, a whole other dying art, ramblin’ is not pointless, albeit it tends to be without aim. These sunset shots were somewhat…
“I don’t know if the blog is turning out the way I want. It’s missing something.” “You sound like my hubs. What it must be like to be an artist.…
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