Wednesday, March 22, 2006
This rural roadway is spared from the construction pictured in yesterdays entry. This spot is about 12 miles away....but a million miles in terms of tranquility. The light of dusk turns the muddy water in the low spot in the farmers field into mercury. A single car travels the miles of roadway, all alone. It's quiet except for the shriek of an unseen predator and the barking of a dog in the distance.
After the sun goes down the sounds change. Late in the night the coyotes start their songs. Unlike New York City, the appearance of a coyote in this scene doesn't warrant helicopters, news conferences and terrorist teams on the hunt.