An interesting thing happened on the way home from a weekend of camping high up in the Colorado mountains, we were stopped on the road by an old fashioned cattle drive. It was unexpected to say the least, and surprising in the best possible way. I found myself standing along a line marked in time. Initially I was on the present side, inside a fast moving, four-wheeled metal machine...
... but as the cows and cowboys moved past, down the asphalt road and onto a dirt one, I found myself crossing the line of the modern world and into a time where cattle roamed the planes and cowboys camped by fires along side them, my camera became my time machine. Looking through the lens was like a secret passport back to a simpler time of one room school houses and real horsepower as the main means of transportation.
As the last two cowboys headed up the back of the cattle train I felt the urge to follow and never come back. The whole experience was wonderful, and fleeting. Just a few minutes passed and it was over. The line of cars, along with the modern world was once again barrelling down the interstate leaving the wonder of that time miles behind. What an amazing gift.
P.S. We'll be back later today to announce the winner for our current book giveaway: Woody, Hazel and Little Pip!
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