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Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter

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: CW's Fence

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
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

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
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

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
I didn’t wake up this morning knowing this was National Ag Day.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Passing the Torch

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
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

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
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

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
There’s terrifying and then there’s Terrified.

Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
It’s cold outside today. And I have a cold.

Borderlines: The Passenger

| GK Harkness | Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter
I was tired.