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Roads curving and branching under cloudy, hazy western skies. Choices sometimes made uncertainly and at the last moment to get from somewhere to somewhere in no particular fashion or time.
A brief stop, perhaps, to record the scene. The lonely highway
junction. I don't remember where, but I remember a feeling of
general well-being, tempered only by having to decide which way to continue
on.
Unlike many of the other photos in the series, this photo contains
enough information for a precise determination of the long-forgotten
location. It's in rather remote West Texas, with the Davis Mountains
nearby, where State Highway 166 branches off from Route 116. |
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