Far Out RingWe go to Marfa to see the sculptures, concrete giants, all right angles and smoothness, absolute, their straight lines throwing the wildness of the desert into high relief. Holding hands, rings twinned, we follow a little path, overgrown with bright gold flowering damianita, Texas ranger in full vivid bloom. We find a lake springing out of nowhere, an archipelago of islands, wild Texas longhorns and leggy waterbirds wading, little foamy waves lapping