Life On a Gravel Road

Fifteen or twenty years ago, some farmers up the road sold out and gave part of their land to a hay harvest facility. For the years after, we've suffered the dust of the endless summer trucks rolling up our road.

I had enough. I painted these rough signs, and posted them at the end of our property. To my amazement, most of the traffic has slowed, probably 80% or more.

This guy was not one of them. In fact, as I snapped the pictures, I heard him speed up. I kept snapping pictures, and he left me in a roiling cloud of summer dust. 

I won't comment. You tell me about karma, and the clouds of dust probably coming this guy's way.