The forecast was for snow, and I was looking forward to seeing this part of the state under a thin white layer. The idea of it fit the vision in my head images I wanted to bring back from a quick trip to the northern part of the Texas Panhandle.
There wasn’t any snow, not even the tiniest flake. But the next best thing – fog! – hung around all day long, giving me lots of chances to make gloomy images in the fragile light, like this vaguely heart-shaped wire holding together a fence.
Gray County, Texas
The Minnesotans where we stayed told us many times that the lake was unusually smooth, so I guess it was. But I guess these fishermen (fisherpersons?) were happy about it.
(Also, that skinny strip of land in the background is Wisconsin. I knew you were wondering.)
Lake Superior – Brighton Beach
near Duluth, Minnesota
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
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