It seems to me nothing man has done or built on this land is an improvement over what was here before

Yesterday was a much better day, photographically-speaking. I headed home from Goodland, Kansas along US Highway 24 on a very (very) warm Sunday. It was one of those days where most everything seems to go right and there are photographs everywhere you look. 

We'll see where these images go from here. I'm kicking around the title Sunflower Blues for a series of images that would likely need a few more visits to western Kansas.

Post title: Kent Haruf writing in West of Last Chance, a photobook by Peter Brown

Out here even the prairie doubts the horizon

Day two of meandering in Kansas, across US Highway 50 to Colorado. It was a frustrating day, photographically speaking. But it's still good to be out on the road.

Some thoughts...

You know it's hot outside when you go to wash your windshield and the water evaporates before you get a chance to squeegee.

Western Kansas, more than anywhere else I've traveled, is dominated by grain elevators. Some towns have three or four, and places that haven't been towns in 100 years have one as well. Grain elevators define this landscape as much as wheat fields and empty highways.

Speaking of wheat fields, there's something fascinating and hypnotic about watching a large field of wheat dance and swish in the wind. 

Post title: Magnolia Electric Co. - O! Grace