Dying breed, a tumbleweed.

Dancing across the highway.
Doesn’t it know, it’s a symbol of an era gone by.
Its natural shallow roots perfect for this dry silty ground.
Yet no longer so.

Irrigation brings water in – a false, man-altered landscape now, green and plush.

This old tumbleweed, a symbol of hard times, and possbily and older, ignorant generation.

“By-golly” or “Dag-nagit”

Ignorant, being controlled by nature. Now,
educated folk controlling nature.

Everything
now … planned and rehearsed
then … unexpected yet respected

Perhaps there was a greater dependence upon a God.
Should we trade that precious dependence for a man-altered landscape?