Crossing the prairie
On gravel and roiling dust
So much road to share
Crossing the prairie
On gravel and roiling dust
So much road to share
Highway and sunset
With all the time in the world
New story begins
Prairie crossings
Keeping time
With the endless swag
Of powerlines
Skimming along
The road unreels
Mile after mile
O’er canola fields
Intersections
And railway lines
Break the monotone
With highway signs
This poem’s kinda wonky
Now that’s a fact
But canola‘s tough to work with
I wish it was flax
I have to admit there are an overabundance of road pics in my catalogue, photographs in which various streets, highways, byways and gravel tracks from my travels serve as the primary subject of a landscape. Mind you, I’m not apologizing for that. We photograph and write about what we know and love, and I love few things more than being behind the wheel of a car (or pedaling a bicycle) through unknown country. Over 40+ years of driving and cycling I’ve amassed several hundreds of thousands of miles wheeling on just about every road surface imaginable.
Safe to say, I know roads.
A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a centre line
Sometimes
Even in the darkest times
All I need
To keep me grounded
Is a centre line
Through open country
Long lonely highway
Stippled asphalt
Humming rubber
Eating up the miles
Alone in thought
Serene solitude
Long lovely highway
No greater metaphor
To my reason for being
Than a remote highway
Through open country
I’ve not yet explored
With the tools in hand
To tell the tales
Of my discoveries
More and more
Discovery comes
As reflections of my self
In the landscape of existence
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
Between
There seems
An expanse
Of nothingness