Dove Creek, Colorado as the hail storm rolls in.
Scanned a lot of film from my drive to Oklahoma last week. Eighteen hours in a car is exhausting to some, but I found the rolling depopulated western scape therapeutic. The space to roam and the space for thought to expand and fill. I could spend a lifetime in deep thought and still have more to consider.
I will always miss Grampy’s antics, his loving support and his humorous wisdom. We spent so much time in Oklahoma visiting Nana and Grampy and the family every summer, yet the time spent in their presence seems trivial in hindsight. This trip provided my first true realization of the changing of guard and the cyclical tide of generations. One generation passes entirely into memory. Your parents fill their place, and a new round is born, catching you asleep. You find yourself growing older but feeling no more aged.
More to come this week from ponderous travels through the open ranges of southern Utah, southwest Colorado, New Mexico, the Texas Panhandle and my family’s Oklahoma homeland.