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
Suspended in Amber
This moment on the road
Through the haze
Distant possibilities
Seem promising
But the road veers away
Perhaps to destinations unknown
So I bathe in the amber
And in the moment’s reflection decide
Whether there
Or elsewhere
Reside possibilities unknown
The road takes me
Where it will
Old asphalt beckons
Straight run to the mocking sun
Catch me if you can
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
My fear is always
More about the road
Already travelled
Than what is to come
I carry the past
As tragedies
And failures
Then project them ahead
Like road signs
Diverting me from a truer path
I remind myself
When checking the rearview
Acknowledge the tragedies and failures
Along the road once travelled
But leave them in the past
Then bring to mind
The triumphs and successes
Project these on every road ahead
As billboards of encouragement
Where once the road
Went ever on and on
The straight and narrow
A path long fixed
Now curves ahead
Promise us adventure
Through lands ahead unknown
The future far beyond
And I
No more or less the merry
For what is known and what is not
All are part the journey
The road takes me
Toward the golden light
Day fading into
Indigo night
The long desert drive
Doesn’t end
‘Til well after dark
So I stop before the dusk
Share with the Earth
Daylight’s final sigh
Long days
And excessive miles
On desert highways
Warp my mind
But it’s a good warp
Ripe with strange insights
As the desert strips away
All but the essential