Inktober Wander

The Art Philosopher

Posted on: 11th Oct, 2023

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pen drawing of a girl in cowboy boots walking along a railway track

Wanderlust

Under the vast expanse of the Texas sky, Emily, a spirited woman with wanderlust in her heart and cowboy boots on her feet, embarked on a journey that would forever mark her soul. She yearned for adventure, for life’s deeper meaning, and believed that the old American frontier held the keys to her destiny.

The sun bore down relentlessly, its searing heat wrapping itself around her like a heavy blanket. Dust danced in the air, carrying with it the distinct aroma of musk and the promise of answers. As she marched along the broken rail tracks, the rhythmic sound of her boots on the parched wooden slats smacked through the vast emptiness of the landscape.

The brush whispered of the untamed land and the distant calls of wild mustangs echoed in the distance reminding her of the liberty she sought. The towering mesquite trees provided scant respite from the raging sun, their aromatic scent blending with the bitter smell of sage and the sweetness of ebbing bluebonnets. 

Emily came across lonesome cowboys, their faces etched with stories of the rugged land. They shared tales of hardship and triumph, of chasing dreams just the same. Their weathered hats cast shadows over their eyes, shielding the intensity of their gazes as they spoke of quiet mornings on horseback.

Each night, as the stars emerged in a brilliant display, Emily found herself pondering the enormity of the universe and her own place within it. The solitude of this old-time land allowed her to dig deep, seeking the truth she so fervently sought. The wilderness was punctuated by the chirping cicadas and the easiness of freedom. 

Days turned into weeks, and Emily’s journey took her through canyons and prairies, each step bringing her closer to understanding the enigmatic allure of the Lone Star state: a place where new adventures were born from the raw, untouched beauty of feral land and where remnants of the past mingled with the hopes of the future.

sketch book, pens and drawing of a cowgirl walking in Texas

 

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10 Comments on Inktober Wander

LL

LL

11th Oct, 2023 11:10

When you leave a place of city lights at night and arrive at a place where the cities are few and far between, and the prairie stretches off into infinity, things change. The air is dry, the night sky is cloudless, and the stars above you are endless. Perspectives change as you begin to feel small under heaven’s gaze.

I know of where you speak.

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Jules

Jules Smith

11th Oct, 2023 17:10

Yes, quite.

And once you know of it, very little else comes up to par.

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Roger B.

Roger B.

11th Oct, 2023 14:10

Emily … a pseudonym for who, I wonder??

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Jules

Jules Smith

11th Oct, 2023 17:10

I tell you what Roger, if I ever meet Emily coming the other way on my rail tracks we are going to be having words! You’d think she’d invented wanderlust or something…;)

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the late phoenix

the late phoenix

11th Oct, 2023 14:10

there’s just something about that swaying skirt you drew. boots are the only way to travel, who needs a train?

yeah I always see an empty glass bottle of booze on the railroad track no matter how far I travel on that railroad track.

bluebonnet: the best butter and pancake mix.

*)

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Jules

Jules Smith

11th Oct, 2023 17:10

Yes, it’s terribly flirty. Boots are the very best way to travel, particularly when covered in Boot Juju.

There’s a story in an empty glass bottle on a rail track. It may be a tad dark, but there’s a story.

Is that butter and pancake mix together or two separate things? *)

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Rick

Rick

11th Oct, 2023 14:10

Have you ever tried walking along rail tracks? Those darn sleepers just ain’t the right distance apart!

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Jules

Jules Smith

11th Oct, 2023 17:10

Yes, that drawing is an impression from a photo of me walking up a rail track. Thing is, they weren’t designed for feetsies.

BTW – Never got to see any ploughing – you were right!

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drjim

drjim

12th Oct, 2023 06:10

Lovely writing, Jules! I, too, know the feeling. I grew up on the Illinois plains, and then moved to the concrete canyon know as Southern California. Things just never felt “right” there. We eventually fled to the mountains, and all is right again.

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Jules

Jules Smith

12th Oct, 2023 11:10

Thank you, drjim!

Yeah, you can’t got from vastness to concrete. The body knows. And then it kicks off.
Can’t got wrong with mountains. They are the silent, solid Gods of the Earth.

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