---------- the storms were breaking near sunset. so I decide to make a quick run to the flats. I underestimated the slowness of the rains and was mostly sitting, watching it pour. As I was moving down the road trying to get to the edge of the storm, the rain stopped and I saw this in the rear view mirror. I jumped out and before I could even reach for my tripod the big drops started again. so I dialed up the iso and shot two images while cursing and then ran for cover... I kind of like this one.
did you ever just go... you know, pick a direction and just go and go and go until you can't go any more? I did this day. I faced west and followed the sun. when I caught up with it I found myself 100 or so miles deep into the open prairie of the Great Plains. with each mile traveled it becomes more evident that it is the land that rules here... the supercilious becomes the superfluous. the dialogue is one of the the wind, the sun, and the song of the cicada rather than one of words.
this was much welcome. there's been too many words of late and I suspect I've about run out.
...and now I shall muster a few more and try and catch up on comments and deviations in my message center.
Follow, follow the sun And which way the wind blows When this day is done.
Breathe, breathe in the air Set your intentions Dream with care.
Tomorrow's a new day for everyone A brand new moon and brand new sun.
So follow, follow the sun The direction of the birds The direction of love.
Breathe, breathe in the air Cherish this moment Cherish this breath.
Tomorrow's a new day day for everyone A brand new moon, brand new sun.
When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain Take a stroll to the nearest water's edge, remember your place. Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came.
So which way is the wind blowing? What does your heart say?
So follow, follow the sun And which way the wind blows When this day is done...
Then she smiled and the corners of her mouth drooped and an almost imperceptible sway brought her closer to him, looking up into his eyes.
A lump rose in Dexter's throat, and he waited breathless for the experiment, facing the unpredictable compound that would form mysteriously from the elements of their lips. Then he saw--she communicated her excitement to him, lavishly, deeply, with kisses that were not a promise but a fulfillment. They aroused in him not hunger demanding renewal but surfeit that would demand more surfeit . . . kisses that were like charity, creating want by holding back nothing at all.
Lake Altus and the Quartz Mountains, an oasis on the prairie... you can see on the mountains where the water level used to be. In fact, water used to come all the way up to where I was standing. with two years of exceptional drought it's 26 feet below normal with the conservation pool only at 18%