rest stop

I’ve always been a bit enraptured by the sheer loneliness of the Wild West aesthetic. Aside from the obvious “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us,” most art of it pictures a lone cowboy on his horse in the middle of the desert with nothing for miles. So with no cowboy in sight, this rest stop’s got it all: cold drinks, birds of prey, and a waiting horse. The liveliest place you might find for miles.