Then a profound insight struck me: I realized that this picture could best be told with words, not a photograph or even a sketch or painting.
The landscape itself was bleak, drab and hazy that day, hardly the setting for art. The the true picture I saw had nothing to do with the physical landscape. It was the message that lay in my reaction to seeing this Texan example of going “back to the future” as oil reserves near depletion. Gazing at the sight of a new version of an age-old technology edging back into view, I was filled with renewed hope for the future of the world my grandchildren will live in.
I did not take this picture, but if I had, it would have looked much like this. I include it to give you an idea of the gray drabness of the view I found inspiring.
That’s the thumbnail sketch. A longer version of this word picture would include a history of my thoughts on energy use, the future of the world, and many related topics. It could expand to fill a volume. All this from one glance at a parched and drab landscape!
Many memories seem as drab as west Texas in retrospect, but when you dig into your reactions and the feelings connected with the memory, you may also find surprising messages. Give it a try!
Sharon Lippincott, aka Ritergal
P.S. Lest I sound down on Texas, I must also mention that although this stretch of road and this day was rather drab, there is incredible beauty in west Texas, and I hope to return soon to explore the Big Bend region.