Wednesday, August 13, 2008


Wind-walkers I call them. Like rickety phantom mesas they move across the prairie dumping their loads of rain as they stride before the wind. Sometimes the wind will shift slightly and you get the sudden, rich aroma of cold rain on hot, dry grass. They are a great symbol of the changeability of high plains weather. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't imagine anyone bothers you out where you live.