West Texas is routinely called The Big Empty, it is flat and very windy there. The wind lifts sand off the plowed cotton fields and blows it for miles and miles. There’s nothing to stop it, no mountains and honestly, few trees. For the word today “empty”.
Wow- on so many levels! Although I know it's dust, it looks like fog and I love the way the road disappears into it. It must feel awful to breath this. Crazy I know, but it's a fav!
Yes pretty much how I imagine Texas to be like in parts...we always have pictures in our heads of how we imagine places to be ...this does not disappoint!
@ingrid01@mittens@pistache@gijsje@bkbinthecity@carolmw@k9photo@happypat thank you all so much. I have a million memories and stories about dust storms while I was growing up in Lubbock in the 1950’s. They were just part of our lives, especially so in the springtime when the winds blew so hard. Your comments and faves are so great, thank you so much.
Reminds me of Neverending Story where the 'nothing' is approaching.
You should enter it in the Scenes of the Road challenge!
A FAV!