Showing posts with label highway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label highway. Show all posts
2/17/18
8/1/13
7/29/13
3/5/13
1/23/13
Seventeen Miles Out
State route where railway unloads...
Seventeen miles out state route where railroad unloads
then down dusty desert floor sagebrush road
a well-intentioned displaced rerouted life is burrowed.
A few hundred yards away from Depression water tank
sits tilted trailer where awhile ago Ennis sank
near watering hole by mountain from which cattle once drank.
The strait jacketed life of his era never did fit
many times years ago tried his damndest to make a run for it
heartbrokenly his running buddy didn't have guts or wit.
Without regard of today's dustbowl condition he does thrive
spiritedly independent and every day anew revives
that hotspot within that has kept him doggedly alive.
Seventeen miles out state route where railroad unloads
then down dusty desert floor sagebrush road
a well-intentioned displaced rerouted life is burrowed.
A few hundred yards away from Depression water tank
sits tilted trailer where awhile ago Ennis sank
near watering hole by mountain from which cattle once drank.
The strait jacketed life of his era never did fit
many times years ago tried his damndest to make a run for it
heartbrokenly his running buddy didn't have guts or wit.
Without regard of today's dustbowl condition he does thrive
spiritedly independent and every day anew revives
that hotspot within that has kept him doggedly alive.
4/4/12
3/23/12
Out of Range
The remote path is richly kaleidoscopic...
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
12/28/11
10/27/11
10/20/11
Silver Dollar Moon
Hanging over ashen landscape...
Road trips are a great departure from everyday life, especially since I am able to travel the US desert southwest frequently for short three to five day trips. There is a lot that is unique and unusual that people all over the world visualize and want to visit that I am fortunate to see. At the end of a driving day, with prior stops to interesting places, the road to the stopover for the night can occasionally seem long. In between destinations the road and wide open spaces may be monotonous and run by as a blur.
If you are looking though a gem will appear, such as this full moon at dusk, a treasure find at day's end. It takes imagination to find gifts in the desert and many natural occurrences are traces of the elemental table of an oasis. Very often it is simple and at first glance the seemingly mundane things on the spur of the moment stand out. Every day life can be like that and the challenge is to find that overlooked wellspring worthy of attention to turn an ordinary day into one with a pleasant diversion.
Road trips are a great departure from everyday life, especially since I am able to travel the US desert southwest frequently for short three to five day trips. There is a lot that is unique and unusual that people all over the world visualize and want to visit that I am fortunate to see. At the end of a driving day, with prior stops to interesting places, the road to the stopover for the night can occasionally seem long. In between destinations the road and wide open spaces may be monotonous and run by as a blur.
If you are looking though a gem will appear, such as this full moon at dusk, a treasure find at day's end. It takes imagination to find gifts in the desert and many natural occurrences are traces of the elemental table of an oasis. Very often it is simple and at first glance the seemingly mundane things on the spur of the moment stand out. Every day life can be like that and the challenge is to find that overlooked wellspring worthy of attention to turn an ordinary day into one with a pleasant diversion.
9/27/11
9/15/11
9/10/11
Road Trip
I am on a road trip through Arizona and New Mexico through next week. Follow me on Google+ as I post pictures along the way.
In the mean time consider following this blog in one of two ways. On the left center on my blog under Follow either choose to click the RSS button for your RSS Reader of choice or right below enter your email for email updates. Look forward to posts of Arizona and New Mexico in the Great Southwest of the United States on my return! See you then.
8/15/11
Both Sides Now
I've looked at clouds...
When I was a kid in the summer I would read laying on the ground. If something struck me in what I was reading that I wondered about I would gaze up at the sky and clouds. I never looked at clouds and tried to figure out what they looked like in real life, such as a bunny rabbit or something. I thought that was silly. They fascinated me because of their ever changing shapes and colors and movement. They allowed me to gaze into them and think about whatever had made me stop reading with a fluidity and motion in my mind that matched the movement of clouds.
I still look at clouds, although not laying on my back reading a book as I did when I was young. More often I notice them when I'm on the road, another form of motion, whether that is in the city or travelling through the landscape of Arizona or New Mexico. In the city and out in the urban areas I stop and look and take photos because I'm still fascinated by them. Whether they are cirrus or stratus or cumulus I long ago forgot from my college days. I only know the difference between what kind of weather they will bring by pure experience and instinct.
What is great about life at a mature age is as a friend wrote "isn't it wonderful to be at peace with yourselves and your lives?" We were having an email exchange about how the tumultuous events of the world do not disrupt us as much as they once did. We know we have little control over what happens in the big picture, although they may change our lives, we can't change them. We only control how we react and adjust to events in our country and the world. We are past the age of worry, in solid long term relationships, satisfied with where we are as people. Our lives are in the second half now and we still think and marvel with liquidity about all kinds of things. The difference is we are in a sense reverting back to our youth and still wonder about things with a fluidity and motion of the mind now tempered by the wisdom of having lived longer.
When I was a kid in the summer I would read laying on the ground. If something struck me in what I was reading that I wondered about I would gaze up at the sky and clouds. I never looked at clouds and tried to figure out what they looked like in real life, such as a bunny rabbit or something. I thought that was silly. They fascinated me because of their ever changing shapes and colors and movement. They allowed me to gaze into them and think about whatever had made me stop reading with a fluidity and motion in my mind that matched the movement of clouds.
I still look at clouds, although not laying on my back reading a book as I did when I was young. More often I notice them when I'm on the road, another form of motion, whether that is in the city or travelling through the landscape of Arizona or New Mexico. In the city and out in the urban areas I stop and look and take photos because I'm still fascinated by them. Whether they are cirrus or stratus or cumulus I long ago forgot from my college days. I only know the difference between what kind of weather they will bring by pure experience and instinct.
What is great about life at a mature age is as a friend wrote "isn't it wonderful to be at peace with yourselves and your lives?" We were having an email exchange about how the tumultuous events of the world do not disrupt us as much as they once did. We know we have little control over what happens in the big picture, although they may change our lives, we can't change them. We only control how we react and adjust to events in our country and the world. We are past the age of worry, in solid long term relationships, satisfied with where we are as people. Our lives are in the second half now and we still think and marvel with liquidity about all kinds of things. The difference is we are in a sense reverting back to our youth and still wonder about things with a fluidity and motion of the mind now tempered by the wisdom of having lived longer.
8/3/11
7/3/11
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)