Sailing

Someone has decided to sail across West Texas. The square canopy turned lateen sail is made ready for command by an unknown captain. With dry tanks acting as centerboard to steady her forward progress. Fossil fuel turned alternate energy but not eco friendly. The voyage is destined to end badly with Devils River Rough Canyon just half a mile away.

In places the West Texas landscape resembles an ocean of short grass punctuated at intervals by pump jacks and oilfield storage tanks. If you are fortunate enough to own wells then the smell of money is welcome. Otherwise it’s a reminder that fortunes rise and fall with the price of oil. Best to remember the old bumper sticker, “Please God, give me one more oil boom”, then pray not to piss it away.

Ken

Author: Ken

Avid photographer and old guy technologist.