Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Where the Wind Blows

First, I missed you.  My friends who stop by Hill Country Mysteries to share thoughts.  And those who write stimulating, amazing, amusing life in their own spaces.  Denny and I have been out of pocket.  I'm looking forward to catching up with everyone.

Texas is big.  I live here and I thought I knew that.  But I didn't really know until we drove across and north up near Amarillo--farther than the drives from Los Angeles to Tucson or New York City to Raleigh.

You can drive a long way in the Texas Panhandle without finding a bathroom.

Questions rise from the landscape. In hardscrabble Rockwood, estimated population 29, College Street is paved for a car length or two before rutting into dirt.  I wondered what kind of learning the optimistic founders experienced there, and what a Rockwood resident gets now.  

A little farther along, the scene posed this question:  Do you think goats see llamas as authority figures?

We rode on two-lane SH 153 into the High Plains, a quiet land mysterious in sameness, where blue sky washed vast overhead as harvest-ready hay and cotton stretched to the horizon.  

Until giants stalked the boundary of earth and sky, and the road passed between their pastures, forward into their turning blades before veering beyond sight. 



If travelers pause their journeys, standing at the edge, a constant wind flows a low-hum song.  


I brought 15 seconds back for you.

 






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11 comments:

  1. perfectly timed.. good to "see"you.
    I am amazed at the size of just the turbines on these.
    Essex County , near us has quite a few. They are a bit eyesore, but what to do. And I know the farmers are equally torn.

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  2. Love the layers of oil pump/wind mills/road/field in that first picture, Kathleen, and the sound of the winds of change in the video clip.

    They've put up some turbines on the hill next to St-Felix-Lauragais, a village founded in 1245, which is quite near here.

    I wonder if the Dutch thought of windmills as an eyesore...

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    N2

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  3. Very cool -- and I'm glad that you're back. I love those windmills; we have many of them on the way to Las Vegas.

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  4. Your page is still not working for me, but alas, I hit the button so quick, I managed to be able to send a comment. Here it is:

    I love you and Denny!

    How's that?

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  5. Great photos Kathleen and your narrative and thanks for the 15 seconds of video.
    Those wind turbines do look like some kind of alien giants reaching up to the sky, very surreal.
    xoxoxo ♡

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  6. Such striking imagery - thanks for sharing the wind song with us - you are such the thoughtful traveler...

    It is interesting how differently the views are framed in various locations, and I guess I mean that in every possible permutation.

    Good to have you back!

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  7. There is a 'vastness' to the panhandle area, isn't there? My dad used to say, the only thing up there to stop the wind is a barbed wired fence....and, it blew over.

    When we went to the Dakotas this summer, we took Hwy 83. It goes from Laredo, all the way to the Canadian border. There are some WIDE vistas along that road.

    Thanks for the song.

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  8. I was missing you too! Yes, you can drive a LONG way in the panhandle without finding a bathroom ... yes, yes .. this I know!

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  9. Hi Kathleen,
    first of all, I really like that photo of the road plus the wind turbines plus the oil pumps: fantastic!
    And as to "Texas is big", let me quote one of my favourite passages from James Michener's "Texas":
    "If you stand at El Paso, you are much closer to Los Angeles than you are to the other side of Texas. If you stand at the eastern side of Texas, you are much closer to Tampa than you are to El Paso. If you stand in the Panhandle, you are closer to Bismarck, North Dakota, than you are to Brownsville. And always remember, if you stand on the bridge in Brownsville, you are 801 miles to the edge of the Panhandle, but only 475 miles to Mexico City and 690 to Yucatan." - James Michener, Texas (London, 1985), p. 963
    Best regards from southern Texas,
    Pit

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  10. The windmills make a great big sound. It's the sound of our star, heating up the air and causing currents, winds, which blow against the blades that convert the movement into electrical energy - which we need. A spiritual sound, you might think, if you heard it first-hand.

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  11. When we moved from Oregon to Florida we drove thru Texas. This is the Texas I remember....

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