A county road north of the tree-lined, lazy, winding waters of the West Fork of the Trinity River offers a place for introspection.
Arrow signs marked by the warning and cautionary colors of sunflower yellow and sunset orange point haphazard from tangles of rusted barbed wire.
Our roaming photographer captured this image last Monday. He was on assignment to get a photo of a pipeline project running from Boyd to Bowie. While looking for a different angle he found a right corner of county road by a pasture.
A cow grazes like a relic from the past while arrows point anywhere but here. How do you maintain the ways of the past while etching through our turbulent present? We live in the pop star economy. Ways tried and true for hundreds of years ditched for new impermanence. Every day a new idea, a different way to provide.
The possibilities are limitless, but what we really need might have been right in front of us, grazing lazily, all along.