Artificial Horizon

Out here where I live, on the Texas High Plains, I can always see the horizon. (Unless the dust is blowing, but that’s a whole different story.) When I travel to places where the horizon is obscured by silly things like hills or trees, I start to get a little fidgety after a day or so. There’s something about that flat line, way out there, that calms me down.

Oceans are good, with their non-broken horizons.

But then, this silliness happened. I have neither explanations nor apologies. That railing was just right there, and I had a camera, and…

Point Reyes National Seashore
photographed 4.16.2019

Posted on April 24, 2019, in Photography and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. I understand. Yet, once again, you poor misguided Westerners. One thrives best with trees and mountains around you. Flat horizons here means the mother of all earthquakes. Also brings at best , boredom, no privacy, doomed by the elements, and no good place to hide your moonshine still. Flat horizons surely are in the list of psychiatric disorders.

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  2. The broader point: the natural horizon — be it flat, serrated, or pleasantly lumpy — is cause for celebration. City dwellers have only walls. THAT brings about disorders. (And I see no reason to hide a still. If I had one I’d display it proudly.) That’ll be two cents, please.

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