Looking off west, toward the land with no trees,
where the late winter grasses were pulling for color,
The sun will fall over, this scape of small rises, when the day slips away, and comes the night, the cattle all move, toward the night pens and safety,
Toward the fractured and wind blown, wooden stand wind windmill, where it remains broken, and stopped in its flight.
Ralph E Peck
Photography by Ralph E Peck
South of Alfalfa Oklahoma
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