January 1, 2016.
400 miles done and 1400 miles to drive. Smack dab in the center of Missouri.
New Year’s Day. There’s a new year’s tradition — or is it superstition? — “what you do on New Year’s Day, you’ll do all year long.” Well, there you have it — a year filled with travel!
Crossing Missouri — began by driving across the Mississippi River and drove until we crossed the Missouri River in Kansas City.
I say “mi-zour-ee.” Do you say “mah-zour-ah?”
Small herds of cattle and farms in eastern Missouri; more horses and small ranches driving further west.
I saw an owl, a brown and white barred owl, standing on the side of the highway, as if he were studying the road that stretched in front of me. Ten in the morning. I can only think the owl was a good journey omen. This was not the only encounter on the drive to the desert I had with birds. They accompanied me west in the most extraordinary ways.
500 miles done and 1300 miles to go.
Stopped for barbecue southwest of Kansas City, Kansas.
Oh. Yum. Not in Wisconsin any longer, Dorothy.
600 miles done; 1200 more. A third of the way.
Eastern Kansas. Flint Hills.
700 miles done; still 1100 more. 7-11s. Lucky numbers. Just as the afternoon was getting long, just when I needed a sign… a gift from the Universe.
A murmuration of starlings. A pulsating cloud of birds, dipping, dancing. The flock expanded, then contracted. Dipped towards the fields, then swooped high into the sky.
A most serendipitous sight.
900 miles done, 900 more to go.
Kansas on the diagonal. Northeast to southwest.
From Wichita to Liberal. The road is straight. The land is flat.
Every small town has a grain elevator. Grain elevators are the most interesting subject for photos in Kansas, at least I think so. especially when driving late afternoon into the night. The light catches the metal containers — some quite ordinary, but many in unexpected, even spectacular ways.
1000 miles left behind in the rear view mirror. 800 miles still ahead.
Driving into the sunset.
Kansas flat. Horizon orange, deepening into red the color of blood and lingering deep into twilight. A thin red line in the black.
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Since driving and arriving are the priority for this trip, all photos are drive by.
Using my iPhone and Hipstamatic filters set on random (though still available for some post processing when desired) add a sense of photo adventure with a modicum of control.
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