Upper northwest corner of the Texas panhandle. No towns for miles in any direction.
After hours of driving with nothing but dry Texas flatness for scenery, I pulled over to a stop if for no more reason than to stretch my legs. Besides a gentle wind, it was peaceful and quiet outside. Only the sound of gravel crunching beneath my feet as I walked about. Other than the string of telephone poles along the road, this was the only man-made object within sight. I had seen no other cars for I don't know how long, and none passed by while I wandered about. It is brief moments like this that are etched forever in my mind. I thought of the rural carrier that made the daily trip to this mailbox. Beats an office job any day. I long to be on the road again. Soon.
6 comments:
That is so typical american those mailboxes. I had always seen it in the Donald Duck strip albums and was so excited when I saw a real one for the first time.
Perhaps because your words speak of aloneness, this photo works well for me in monochrome.
a great image made better by your appreciation of the few moments spent there.
you picked a good spot to stretch your legs- the photo came out great, I like it! Is it a cottonwood tree? It looks like a big one!
Beautiful b&w.
It is one of those photos that could have been taken yesterday or 30 years ago...
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