March 25, 2012 - Somewhere on the road between Memphis and Dallas...
Somewhere on the road between Memphis and Dallas I came around a curve and saw this. Pretty, huh? If you are having trouble locating the objects of my appreciation, I am talking about everything on the outside of the windshield.
Driving cross country in the spring is an exercise in appreciating beauty. The woods on either side of the road are like backup singers in a pretty song. I might not notice them, but they are there. And when I do hear the woods, I am entranced by their existence, by the juxtaposition of the separate, and the ever new creation which is the result.
Rather than make this a journey from monuments to local attractions to the Caves of Mystery and Gravity Hill, and mandatory excursions, such as,
"You must see the Grand Canyon!"
"The Bluebonnet Festival is this weekend!!"
"You are missing the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC, just so you can eat a Moon Pie and drink RC Cola with some old fogy in East Texas?!!!"...
Yes, rather than make such a journey, I think I will linger, and look at the little beauties that surround me.
a dandelion blooms
in cracked cement