Today’s 365 “Vintage Wreck”

Today’s 365 “Teeth”

Sometimes the Earth has teeth…

Today’s 365 “Dash”

Junked car in the Rhyolite Ghost Town outside Beatty, NV

Today’s 365 “Western Skies”

Above the sunken sun the clouds are fired
With a dark splendor: the enchanted hour
Works momentary miracles in the sky;
Weird shadows take from fancy what they lack
For semblance, and I see a boundless plain,
A mist of sun and sheaves in boundless air,
Gigantic shapes of reapers moving slow
In some new harvest: so I can but dream
Of my great Land, that takes its morning star
Out of the dusky evening of the east,
My Land, that lifted into vision gleams
Misty and vast, a boundless plain afar
(Like yonder fading fantasy of cloud),
With shadowy reapers moving, vague and slow,
In some wide harvest of the days to be,—
A mist of sun and sheaves in boundless air!

“A Mirage of the West” by John James Piatt (1835–1917)

Today’s 365 “Heaven or a highway out of town”

Highway to California. Literally right around the corner from my house.