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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Invigorating Scamp in the Countryside

           MyMrMallory and I rode around with Andrew in his all terrain vehicle, the Rhino. I want a Rhino now. Rhinos can go anywhere.


Easily, the Rhino drove through this wheat field . . . 


. . . and gathered wheat seeds as a combine would gather them.

We encountered several gates, most of which were creative in their method of latching. 


Some gates required the wit and strength of two men to close.


          We visited several lakes. I call this one Turkey Lake, for an American Turkey took flight as we approached. 


Here I show a view characteristic of the Red River region.


         There remains the abandoned barn. Note the corrugated zink, the wood underneath it, and holding it all up, the stones. 


The barn may seem a bit crude in its structure, but at least it has electricity.


Recycle everything. A license plate nailed to the bottom of a doorway covered a hole in the wood.


Time and storms pass by. 


Flowers remain prolific in the Texan countryside. (Yay.) 


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  1. -Ben JacobiJuly 29, 2010 at 11:51 AM

    Great series Elisabeth. I really like the reflection of "Turkey Lake".

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Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
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