West Texas Wind Turbines — Photo-artistry by kenne
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that’s turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on it’s face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind
West Texas is a never-ending ocean of hot sand Winding dunes shifting and changing earth’s skin Cactuses standing sentinel over desolate wasteland Tumbleweeds carried by parched bone-dry wind.
Behold the cactus country scorched and unforgiving Dry hard packed earth baked in the intense sunlight Heat rising and objects in the distance shimmering Then comes the mirage the dreamy desert sight.
Gusting howling wind whistling over crumbling rock Slowly forming wind-worn rock formation over time Lost in time but not a prisoner to any man’s clock Boundless desert will be painted poetic and sublime.
The least little bits of wind will raise puffs of dust Dust Devils swirl on the dunes and dancing perform Leaving clouds of dusty grit floating like smoke thus A prelude to the nightmare of a desert sandstorm.
There is an oasis in the desert a haven from the sear Cooling waters and with vibrant desert blooms are rife A beauty is in the desert’s pure clean atmosphere West Texas is arid fierce and fiery but it’s full of life…..
I want to dance on your plains, Twirl in the rain, And let the drops fall between my lips Like the crevices of your canyons, Brought to life when you are, Slumber when you do, Live each day as you live, My sweet West Texas.
driving miles of I-10’s rough roads
we watch the clouds moving in
over the mountains
as we drove the
high desert miles,
with only an occasional
ranch to market road overpass
between Ft. Stockton and Van Horn.
We delayed our return to Tucson for one day because of winter weather warnings in west Texas. Conditions were looking better yesterday, so we headed west on I-10. Using travel and weather apps we were able to track the I-10 conditions. Reports looked good to Ft. Stockton, but beyond travel was discouraged. Temperatures hovered around freezing, then about 100 miles east of Ft. Stockton we were driving in freezing rain. Knowing that gas would be an issue since the winter storm had begun on the 31st (New Year’s Eve), stopped frequently, keeping the tank no lower than half full.
We had reserved a room in Ft. Stockton the day before, we weren’t out in the cold like many. After arriving to the Comfort Inn, I went looking for gas and waited in line for over an hour.
Ft. Stockton has never been one of my favorite places, so covered with ice doesn’t make it a more enjoyable place.
Looks like we will be able to move on west later this morning.
While driving I-10 somewhere between Van Horn and Ft. Stockton, we came upon a very recent snow fall. This scene is of the Davis Mountains looking south from I-10. The temperature was in the mid-thirties, so it was a wet snow allowing it to cling to the mountain-sides. What a beautiful contrast to the normal west-Texas views.
West Texas Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I-10 In West Texas — Image by kenne
West Texas Wind Turbines — Image by kenne
Early Morning in Ft. Stockton, Texas — Images by kenne
Freezing Rain In West Texas — Images by kenne
Davis Mountains — Image by kenne
