Every time I fly from Phoenix to Houston, I see what looks like towns that were started and abandoned. What’s odd about it, is there are quite a few of these areas, all in one area, and that area is bleak and surrounded by miles of nothing.
Judging from how long we had been in the air, the towns with no address are somewhere in Western New Mexico or East to Central Texas. There are roads, all direct, none beautifully sculpted. There are flat rectangles that look like foundations. No houses, though. No cars. Nothing that would indicate future building. No machinery, no large buildings that indicate malls or stores.
Each of these areas also have small and medium rectangles of water, some of it alarmingly turquoise. Some dark. Not pools. Simply sitting in the area of these towns.
There’s a lot not to know. Maybe it is related to mining activity. Maybe it’s some sort of oil/gas/exploration. I don’t know. But I’m curious.
But it’s interesting, these abandoned spaces in stretches of nowhere. From a graphic view, visually interesting. Curious.
Sometimes you have to be OK with not knowing.