It was a very windy day in West Texas yesterday. That translates into DUST. We were driving from working in Monahans to Fort Stockton as the sun was setting. There was so much dust hanging in the atmosphere, that the sun could do little but turn into a red ball.

I had this vision of finding a pump jack just sitting alone, looking pretty and striking a mighty pose. But pump jacks and oil are not a clean and neat operation. I was first upset that I could not have what I wanted. I have a history of that.  I do like to have gas and oil for my truck. So I allowed all the visual pollution of wires and poles and such to kind of work for me.

Dust, Pump Jacks and Sunset sounds like a song from “the boss”. I’ll take that….en theos ††† jim