When I was little, as we were driving along, sometimes beside the road there would be a swirling, upward spiral of dust. It would spin very fast and seem to have a mind of its own. My mother would call this a "dust devil" or a "whirling dervish." It was the magic language of childhood...imagining a "devil," made of dust, spinning there beside the road. It makes me smile still to think of it. Your collection of photos is spectacular and I am always fascinated when I come to look at your site. Thanks for sharing them!
4 comments:
Its great and difficult to get a photo like this i love these sorts of photos...
Been there, done that; looks like Pendleton area. No fun on a Harley.
When I was little, as we were driving along, sometimes beside the road there would be a swirling, upward spiral of dust. It would spin very fast and seem to have a mind of its own. My mother would call this a "dust devil" or a "whirling dervish." It was the magic language of childhood...imagining a "devil," made of dust, spinning there beside the road. It makes me smile still to think of it.
Your collection of photos is spectacular and I am always fascinated when I come to look at your site. Thanks for sharing them!
You got great points there, that's why I always love checking out your blog.
My blog:
Meilleur Taux puis Rachat De Credit immobilier au meilleur taux
Post a Comment