The View From My Driveway

When I turn to the right at the bottom of my driveway on Ramada Drive in the late afternoon of September 2008 I see these stones, partly covered by trees, the latter seemingly not requiring much dirt to grow in. They are called rimrocks. They remind me of Alain Botton's wisdom:

“In beholding old stones we may feel our anxieties about our achievements–and lack of them–slacken . . . Vast landscapes [and seascapes] can have an anxiety–reducing effect similar to ruins, for they are the representatives of infinite space, as ruins are the representatives of infinite time, against which our weak, short-lived bodies seem no less inconsequential than those of moths or spiders.” Alain de Botton in Status Anxiety






This is what I see when I turn to the left. They are called rusty pheasants and a mailbox. They will probably last longer than I will. I forgot who the artist is. Sorry, I know he was from Laurel MT. The picture below came from a website I stumbled upon when looking up artists and sculptors in Laurel Montana. It looks like it was take somewhere just west of Billings on I90.