Ninety Nine

A desolate drive,

Not desert,

Farm after farm,

Occasional tree,

Two hours in,

Choking smell of cow.

Sister studied there,

Rural school,

Miles from home,

Chasing art and wine,

Five years in,

Fleeing parents’ grasp.

Truck stops and fast food,

Each off-ramp,

Bathrooms aplenty,

Billboards boast lawyers,

Eight eight eight,

Marring the landscape.

Dinuba Reedley,

Nuts, raisins,

Short stretch to sis,

Where’s the Kings river?

One short hop,

Sweet time with sibling.

A regal river,

Citified,

Time changes all,

Images remain,

Fifty years in,

Cherished moments still.

Durned Cows Are Everywhere-Project Black #1

Bessy is a landmark on our stretch of national highway. We give directions like, "Turn left 3 streets past the cow market." You probably noticed she's not all black. But I noticed that the rules of this game aren't that black and white either. Anyway, I'm told Bessy's dad's black with white spots. So the stock's black, anyway.

To see Anna's challenge, rules of the game (yah, right), and a bunch of other folks who've taken some real nice pictures of things, go here.