This is the time of the year that huge rolling tumble weeds become road kill. My car hurls towards the tan skeletons of the plants crossing the road and BAM. Shreds of their existence fly into the wind. I’ve heard this is the time of year that some people collect, spray paint and shape them into festive trees for the upcoming December holidays. Save a pine tree, harvest a tumble weed.
Placed, documented and photographed #63 on a historical marker which sign read, "In 1846, General Kearney’s ARMY OF THE WEST guided by Kit Carson followed the Gila River from New Mexico to the occupation of California in the Mexican War. Thus opening the southern snowfree route to the Pacific Coast."
Hey Sharon, running down tumbleweed sounds like a form of therapy to me!
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear from you, and know that you are still being creative in soooooo many ways. And loving animals, though bigger ones now than cats, it sounds like.
Do you post photos of your artwork in action?
You keep being wild, girl!
Lisa