Stare long enough to the West, your sight will bore through the distance, separate the local reality from that place that you think you may have seen, and leave you reeling within sight of it all.
In western Oklahoma, where the west becomes the west of cowboys and dark skies, of cattle drives and birds flying at night, where red dirt paints the ground and the sky will become as red as the soil when the day is finished.
The sun peeks back at the east, warming its way through the western voyage, and leaving the earth that trail of yellow, splashed across the nightfall.
This lone tree, of comforts road, rides this plain alone, cross two sides both north and south, the limbs reach up to praise the One, who made the nights call, to those who wish to see, beyond the evening stars.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Tina Stone
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