Before I even entered Colorado from Kansas…I got news of a winter storm that would hit. I wanted so bad to get through the storm. But it nailed me in Wyoming, just as it killed these roses. I stayed in Cheyenne for two nights. I had to take photos or felt that it would be such a losss of time. 
The town had a lot of action going on, but only on the train side of it. The entire town town was shut down. Except for a few things that I noticed. One of then being a bar that had the word ‘Skunk” in it’s title and a place to eat called Capital Diner at a hotel.
In Kansas, this was the same day of the storm. But a few hours before in the drive twards Wyoming. I kept driving for miles and miles, wondering. “Where are the people. I pulled over suddenly after seeing this irrigation set up, that I had seen in several fields. Not even a minute after I pulled over a cop was behind me. I thought, well I didn’t do anything, sooooo… He asked “Does your car use oil?”
“Oil?” I repeated
“Yes…I saw some white smoke but 
maybe it was the dirt.”
Wow I thought, he is just being helpful…
I forgot I was not in Texas anymore. I explained I needed to take photos but kept seeing fields like this. He said that if I took the next exit there was a corn field that had not been cut at a farm. (VERY interesting I thought. That this is what he had to say.) So I did take the exit. And I found some old equipment and took some photos.
