Watching out where the sun will reach its evening quest, no impediment, nothing stopping it’s fall, reaping the lift of this fields back, as with time, it breathes so softly, carrying the day with it, until gone.
One gate, one separator of this field into the next, one tiny clasp of holding this side in, or holding that side out, it all becomes lost in the reality, as the fence holds east from west apart.
How rich can it be, seeing it altogether, one more time.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Kelly Jordan
Just beneath
Tonkawa, Oklahoma
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