A WRITER'S WIT
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
Joseph Conrad
Born December 3, 1857
Mid-November, Ken and I made the hour-and-fifteen minute drive west of Lubbock to The Muleshoe National Wildlife Refuge to see if the Sandhill cranes had yet arrived. Saw not a single one. In fact, we saw very little life at all, somewhat seasonal in nature, but also the result of a long-term drought. (Click on the refuge's Web site above to view photos of more prosperous times.) This time I sought to capture the stark nature of what water leaves behind.
GUIDE TO PHOTOGRAPHS: 1-6. White Lake. 1-2. Russet may be the "strongest" color you see these days. 3. The winds lift salts from the dry lake. 4. I love the shadows cast by these plants. 5. Even short plants can cast a shadow in the late afternoon of November. 6. The road we hike along from the lake bed back to the car. 7-34. Paul's Lake, which can be reached by traveling Highway 214 north a short distance. 8-10. Waves of salts the water has left behind. 11-16. Debris. 17-18. Succulents with their subtle coloring. 19. Ye olde windmill still chugging away. 20-23. Muted colors, stark. 22-23. Little difference between the color and sepia versions of the same shot. 24. Observation deck and modern-day out house. 25-27. Short prairie grasses, which the refuge Web site states have been undisrupted by a plow. 28. Salt bed. 29-30. Paul's Lake, haunting scenes. 31. Raptor is but a dot, seeking something to eat. 32. Bull Lake seen from the highway back to Lubbock. Also dry. 33-34. Bare branches/blue skies.
A POEM ON THURSDAY
GUIDE TO PHOTOGRAPHS: 1-6. White Lake. 1-2. Russet may be the "strongest" color you see these days. 3. The winds lift salts from the dry lake. 4. I love the shadows cast by these plants. 5. Even short plants can cast a shadow in the late afternoon of November. 6. The road we hike along from the lake bed back to the car. 7-34. Paul's Lake, which can be reached by traveling Highway 214 north a short distance. 8-10. Waves of salts the water has left behind. 11-16. Debris. 17-18. Succulents with their subtle coloring. 19. Ye olde windmill still chugging away. 20-23. Muted colors, stark. 22-23. Little difference between the color and sepia versions of the same shot. 24. Observation deck and modern-day out house. 25-27. Short prairie grasses, which the refuge Web site states have been undisrupted by a plow. 28. Salt bed. 29-30. Paul's Lake, haunting scenes. 31. Raptor is but a dot, seeking something to eat. 32. Bull Lake seen from the highway back to Lubbock. Also dry. 33-34. Bare branches/blue skies.
A POEM ON THURSDAY
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