Ever since I first realized that Roman brick was a thing, I’ve liked it. For clarification, I am not referring to Roman brick that’s in, you know, Rome. I mean the long, skinny brick that’s on the front of this building, and that can be seen in a lot of mid-century buildings.
I won’t lie: I took a nap on the flight from Dallas to Lubbock the other. When I woke up, I saw this! It’s the town of Ralls, some wind turbines, and a lot of circles made by center-pivot irrigation systems. And people think there’s nothing to see on the Plains!
above Ralls, Texas
The weather forecast said it would be in the low 70s, so it was only because I was lazy that I even had a coat with me – it had been left in my car from the previous bit of cold weather. I had some activities for work about an hour’s drive from Lubbock, and I took my camera (of course!), planning to take advantage of the promised nice weather. The work activities – a couple of ribbon-cuttings – were held outdoors and the weather got steadily colder as the day progressed. By the time I left, the temperature was in the high 40s.
When I stopped to take this picture, the thermometer on my car said it was 45 degrees. When I got to the next town, only nine miles away, it was 54 degrees. And when I got back to Lubbock, 30 miles from where I took the picture, it was, as promised, in the low 70s.
Everything changes. Even the weather.
Lately – as perhaps you’ve noticed – I’ve been in a musical mood. Here’s a Bruce Cockburn song:
Make me a bed of fond memories
Make me to lie down with a smile
Everything that rises afterward falls
But all that dies has first to live.
As longing becomes love
As night turns to day
Joy will find a way