I don’t make it two minutes beyond the long gravel driveway onto the county dirt roads before I start snapping landscape photos, even though I know that’s not the form in which I need them for social media assets.
I can’t watch a sunrise from my front door or a sunset from the field with the high tunnel and haystack without trying to capture its length and breadth and beauty.
Something about this place lands hard in my heart, and I never want to escape it.
Writer, street photographer, urban farmer, and League Cycling Instructor (#5382), learning as I grow and traveling at the speed of bike. Peace Corps Uganda invitee (June 2020, delayed due to COVID-19). CDC Foundation Communications Specialist working with State of Alaska Dept. of Health on Healthy You in 2022 project. Mensa member. Metro Atlanta Bicycle Mayor. See books on Amazon in all global markets (USA link: https://www.amazon.com/Pattie-Baker/e/B005JBN7ZK).
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Richard. Thank you for sharing that!
My boyhood friend lives in the S/E corner of South Dakota. He owns a hundred and twenty year old home and six acres that is surrounded by nothing but farmland. You can see a farmhouse or two dotting out of the flatlands. Each house has its accompanying stand of trees that act as a windbreaker. Similar to where you seem to be. There just seems to be “something about it.” rich