It's funny how much you can get lost in the simplicity of a few images. When I still had (and could somehow afford) polaroid film, I rode with my camera in the front seat with me on the long drives between my two Texas homes. Usually, the three hours spent on I-35 between the DFW Metroplex and Austin don't yield much other than construction delays and a variation on the same billboards you saw last time (3 pairs of boots for $114!, Does Advertising Work?... Just Did!, and the every present CARL'S).

But, sometimes, when I feel antsy, I pick a Ranch Road and head off into the winding roads between fields and search for a perfect line of horizon to capture. There's something everlasting about an uninterrupted meeting between land and sky. Perhaps it's just the beauty of line, perhaps something more?