Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Once Upon a Cornfield
Stewards of the land often cast long shadows, sometimes reaching centuries beyond their own lives.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Arlington Cemetery, in Far Western Kiowa County
A lonely spot in a lonesome landscape.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: CW's Fence
In his later days, my Father built this fence around his small meadow, a final strategic move in the annual battle to discourage stray cattle from sharing his retirement retreat.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Dust Storm
Kiowa County, Colorado, far out on the eastern margins of the high plains, has been my home for most of my life. A life that is now beyond the end of its seventh decade.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: National Ag Day
I didn’t wake up this morning knowing this was National Ag Day.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Passing the Torch
It’s been a long time coming. Almost fifty-two years since I picked up the reins from my Dad.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: All Tanked Up
Out here in the empty quarter it’s a long way to a filling station, so we buy most of our diesel fuel in bulk.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: One Big Step
There’s terrifying and then there’s Terrified.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
It’s cold outside today. And I have a cold.
Borderlines: The Passenger
I was tired.