I guess that today we are indeed building the ruins of the next century.
Ruins, for me, usually mean those of the Anasazi, but when I saw this image from an abandoned development in Arizona, it felt right. Yes, there will be ruins ...
The last time I saw a good tumbleweed, I picked it up, put it in the car and brought it home. Now, it still looks perfectly good, atop a bathroom cabinet. In a strange way, that tumbleweed has become a part of my life.
It sounds like a nice bit of decor. I love those natural things we can incorporate, and it seems to represent your love of the road. :)
It's been a long time since I've been amongst tumbleweeds. They seem to me to be a metaphor for lost civilizations and long gone habitats and ecosystems. It is their skeletal existence moving about the landscape that makes them so fascinating.
Once pushed through a long section of road of solid tumbleweeds to get to some Anasazi ruins. It was quite an adventure.
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