Marfa Truck Series #1

I like June, and appreciate the wild green of it here in Maine. Spent 15 years in Santa Barbara where June is a gloomy month, often. No rain, lots of white-sky fog: what they call 'the marine layer'. Not what we in downeast Maine think of as fog. Here fog is grey cottony-misty stuff floating over the road,  smelling of Fundy, and everyone drives with headlights on. Maine June: shedder lobsters, poppies going wild, lupine, jungle green everywhere. Then I started thinking of last winter in Marfa, where the light is so sharp, the air so dry, and the Detroit iron (mostly) rust-free.