Some things don't disappear all at once. They just quietly stop being needed.
Before the day asks anything of you, the land is already at work.
Nobody fixes what the wire can hold.
The Ozarks have been pouring water over limestone since before anyone was around to name it.
Saturday in the Arkansas woods. No entry fee. No spectators. Just show up and go.
She came to race. The mud came with her.
A name that meant something to the men who drove them and the families they drove for.
Once a year, the road comes to town.
Chrome and amber on a quiet Missouri street. Every light a point of pride.
