folded, rolling sky
over wide open country
red dirt, golden sun
I don’t feel like this photograph I’ve given you above accurately portrays the landscape, but I don’t know if it’s possible for me to do it justice with ANY camera. I remember that day, the ride down a quiet road through red dirt hills under a changeable sky. We rolled out of Amarillo early and headed northwest. It makes me long to hit the road again! Thanks for reading, y’all.
The Poetry Patio 
I so appreciate what you say about not being able to capture the spirit of the land in any photograph! Instead of an accurate depiction, I see your words and image as a gateway into what I imagine this experience was like. 🙂
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