One of the many joys of spending time on the Great Plains is the opportunity to observe the sky on a grand scale. I find it fascinating to see weather events forming while still many miles away, and to witness the often dramatic interplay of clouds, colors, darkness and light—always changing, never the same show twice. On this day, we watched as a spring shower approached rapidly from the northwest…
32 minutes later—a look at the cell’s backside as it passed to the southeast…
And two minutes after that…
As I’ve said before, standing on the prairie makes you feel tiny.
Weld County, Colorado
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Kodak Portra 160 35mm film
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A cold day in northern Texas.
Rita Blanca National Grassland
My Pontiac has taken me to many fascinating places over the years. But a clear majority of the bliss I’ve experienced in this convertible has occurred on journeys that have no destination. Whether a multi-day affair through the plains or the desert, or simply an hour-long joyride around the local countryside, I savor every opportunity to roll down the back roads of North America, feeling the sun and the wind, gazing at the sky and the clouds or the moon and the stars, smelling the trees and flowers and grasses, and listening to music that perfectly compliments the scenery at hand. Driving this car brings me a level of contentment that I could never attain through yoga, meditation or the use of chemicals. I’ve yet to grow weary of this avocation; can’t imagine that I ever will.
Most of the miles I’ve traveled have been logged on trips of this nature, and with an empty passenger seat. Yet every so often, a friend will join me on one of these local excursions. I love traveling and exploring the world on my own, but having a passenger in the car adds another level of fun to the experience; it’s always gratifying to see a friend enjoying the ride as much as I do.
Cypress Hills, Saskatchewan