A lone cowboy rides across the barren dessert atop his faithful sorrel. His silver spurs glisten in the hot afternoon sun as a dry wind rustles through tumbleweeds caught on the countless boulders scattered along the barren landscape. He looks out gloomily from underneath his weathered gray hat for a sign of the life-giving water he seeks. There is none to be found. They trudge onwards.

OK, enough of me trying to write.  I have enough projects on my hands, including a couple books, so I best not get started on another story. Besides that, this is a shot I took yesterday near Ephrata Lake. There was water and greenery not a hundred yards beyond this shot. Interesting how fast the land around here can change.