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the flat, flat horizon

I feel good when I can see all the way to the edge, to that long and flat horizon. Those of you who live where there are hills and trees surely think I am deranged, but I don’t have any apologies.

I’ve not always been able to recognize or admit to my love of this flat place. It stated to change one summer night when we were staying in a cabin in the Colorado Rockies. A storm came up, with lots of thunder and lightning; usually storms like that are exciting, but this night I was edgy and restless and paced around the cabin until the last echos of thunder had faded. Later – several years later, because sometimes I am really slow about stuff – I began to understand the storm made me nervous because I wasn’t able to see where it was in relation to where I was. The so-called scenery was blocking my view! As you can imagine by looking at the photo, we can see a storm from miles and miles away: there’s comfort in that.

(Of course, with land this flat, there’s a whole genre of “it’s so flat that…” jokes, most of which are just as funny as you’d think. The only one I really like is “it’s so flat that if you stare long enough at the horizon, you can see the back of your head.”)

Hale County, Texas
photographed 8.10.2019

The Yucca Field

I suppose there is a good reason for a field of yucca to flourish, when all the surrounding spots are largely yucca-free. It’s just that I don’t know what it is.

(Here’s what I DO know: pants and/or snake boots would have been a less scratchy option than my skort-and-Converse outfit.) (And on a completely unrelated note, does anyone know where I could purchase snake boots?)

House, New Mexico
photographed 5.25.2019

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

How to get to the end of the world

Are you wondering how, should the need arise, you could get to the very end of the world?

I think it’s right here – just take that pathway, and there you are.

Above Muir Beach, California
photographed 4.16.2019

Endless

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My formative years were spent on the Texas High Plains, which made me very comfortable with lots of horizon to look at. And that, in turn, makes me enjoy a beach, where in addition to the horizon, I’ve got the endless waves to look at. I never get tired of them.

Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.6.2015

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