everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Thursday, June 18, 2015



Tallgrass prairie near Pawhuska, Oklahoma
 
“To drive without destination is to accept your own fragility, the passage of time, with miles ticking off the pace of your own mortality.  Moving through the country you are moment by moment capable of topographically mapping your past, and more capable of a clear view of your future.  This is as close as you’re ever going to get to the life of a freewheeling migratory bird.”
                       -Jim Harrison
 
I do believe I’m becoming rather fond of out of the way places like tallgrass prairies and lonely highways, where the ratio of scissor tailed flycatchers to automobiles is about 500 to 1, every ten miles or so.  There is the thought that a cure for writers block is a good muse.  I must add to this the concept of just getting lost along the back roads of this country.       

 


The Tall Chief Theatre - Fairfax, Oklahoma



Pawhuska, Oklahoma
 
 

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