Wander treeless plain
Skirting cactus carefully
Prairie grasses wave
Broad blue Texas sky
Wrangling clouds into corrals
Get along, dogies!
Lighthouse without a beacon
I’ve been vacationing in Texas this week and haven’t had an opportunity to do any writing. On a portion of our drive across the state of my birth I began snapping pictures of random sights.
Carnival rides move from town to town during the summer months. At least I hope that’s what these are.
Prairie with wind turbines in the distance.
Note the dried mud on the tailgate of the pickup truck. Clean cars are as rare as trees out here.
Promises made by rainbow’s arch spatter way out yonder
Concerned eyes watch storm’s progression stringing out hope for moisture
In a land that’s always thirsty, cumulonimbus delivers mixed blessings.
Distant rumbles echo over endless grassy acres, singing the clouds home.
My friend Ann (a.k.a. Harva) shot this picture on her land Monday afternoon. There is nothing like a prairie storm.