A stand of trees in a field somewhere in Texas.

           A friend and I recently made a trip to Marfa, Texas to aid another friend; another story. We drove through the night to arrive in Odessa around 3. We stopped here to pick up a Budget truck in the morning. Not wanting to spend money and making it up as we went along we drove around scouting for a suitable place to throw hammocks up or sleep in the car. Before long we found ourselves crossing a cattle guard somewhere in the perpetual industrial zone of Odessa prompted by a stand of trees set back in a field. We found that the caliche road took us back to another paralleling with a pipe gate and this road lead through the stand of trees. My friend slept in the car; I slept in the trees. The night was frigid and the woods alive. These are few of the images I collected upon rising at dawn.

 

Rising

A bird flys,
black,
from a post

A human
carried by,
car,
takes a picture

The sun spreads,
fresh,
cross the visage

fence and field
forground

old mountains
horizon

and in the middle,
you are,
somewhere with
the black bird
soft mountains
and sun,
rising