
Copyright Michael Scott 2005
Original Photography and Digital Art

When I was a child 9 or 10, a pumpjack similar to this was a short distance from our home. Back then, being the early sixties, gasoline engines powered the pumps. The steady thump of the exhaust of the slow turning engines became as comforting as a heartbeat. To this day the smell of crude and the steady rhythm of a pumping unit recall vivid memories, and bring restful comfort.
This unit was photographed in that same area. Those were wonderful days - roaming the fields, going to work with my grandfather as he tended the wells, visiting the oil camps.

I love the feeling when I am standing on the beach. The breath of the sea, the ever changing sky, the lap and roar of water. Perhaps my sun sign calls. I often find my greatest peace in the rare moments I visit the beach.

A must see in Texas. Again, a single photograph cannot do justice to the miles and fields of flowers.