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…
That morning came stunning, that first morning of wind therapy. Not for anything especially beyond the day to day uniqueness, but for something more than the face of it, for…
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…
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…
Scenes from two separate trips (in the same week) to The Wichita Mountains.
Everything seems to run a day or so behind the last couple of months, right up to this, a two year anniversary post posted a day late. Two years ago…
Annually, the Red Earth Museum in Oklahoma City holds the three day Red Earth Festival to which tribes from all over the region come to display art and compete in…
“How the hell do you find this stuff?” “Because it’s here to be found and its history. If more people were looking for it, it wouldn’t go away.” We have…
Twenty years ago today, everything changed. About a tree.
The whole world was gray white and infinite encapsulate. One step outside and the cold bit as a light constant mist alternated somewhere between rain and snow. Down the highway…
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