Winging along at an altitude somewhere between the Bluebird of Happiness and the Chicken of Depression... random esoterica from writer Chad Love celebrating the joys of fishing, hunting, books, guns, gundogs, music, literature, travel, lonely places, wildness, history, art, misanthropy, scotch and the never-ending absurdity of life.
"I don't know, man. Maybe if there was something out there, you know? Maybe some trees, or mountains or water. It's just so freakin' empty. The place spooks me."
Makes me wonder about land yachts...
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The whole world is out there. You just have to go find it.
ReplyDeleteIt's actually just a little riff on Gretel Ehrlich's book "The Solace of Open Spaces."
ReplyDeleteThat's what happens when you can't think of anything to write...
That's a lonely little road on the Optima Wildlife Management Area in the Oklahoma panhandle.
Great picture, just love to see where that road goes
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