This image Bethlehem Pumpjack reminds me of a little town. Bethlehem, Texas is a desolate little town with a population of a mere hundred people. There are remnants of buildings and memories of businesses, but nothing that would catch the eye of a bystander. I wonder if the name comes from the Bethlehem in the Judean Mountains. The Bethlehem of the Bible was also a bleak area. Once nothing worth visiting but is now one of the heaviest trafficked cities for tourists. All because something special happened there. People now revere the once dismal place and want to feel the exhilaration of being in a holy place.
Bethlehem, Texas is also touching on something special, something divine. This photograph, Bethlehem Pumpjack, encapsulates the sheer prestige of the skies that surround the little oil town. The pumpjack works solemnly in the brilliance that shines behind it. Which, highlight its rustic colors and mechanic labor. The explosive clouds burst from the golden horizon. Then layer in electric yellows and dynamic oranges. Finally erupting into smoky purples as they stretch towards the heavens. Hints of clear blue skies peeking through the combustion of clouds, promising a gorgeous day. The sapphire blue contrasts the dreamy sunrise. Far in the distance, the outline of burgeoning, forest-green trees offer up their leaves to the dramatic sunrise and lift their branches in respect and admiration. This awe-inspiring scene is hidden in the most unexpected of places – Bethlehem.