A lone cowboy rides across the barren dessert atop his faithful sorrow. His silver spurs glisten in the hot afternoon sun as a dry wind rustles thru tumbleweeds caught on the countless boulders scattered along barren landscape. He looks out gloomily from under his weathered gray hat for a sign of the life giving water he seeks. There is none to be found. They trudge onwards.
OK enough of me trying to write. I have enough projects on my hands, including a couple books so I best not get started on another story. Besides that, this is a shot I took yesterday neat Ephrata lake. There was water and green not a hundred yards behind be. Interesting how fast the land around here can change.
