We’ve travelled by this old concrete silo many times. We stopped today to visit and respect it because as Faye observed, it may not be there much longer.
We remarked about how it was unusual to see no sign of an adjacent foundation for a barn or other structure.
A piece of local history that may have record, other than speculation.
Wintry rural road, icy in spots . . . unplowed cornfield on one side . . . eight foot deep ditch on the other side.
Caution is advised.
An overcast, grey, almost gloomy day ended with a pleasant splash of colour, low in the western sky.
Sometimes we get caught up in the frenzy of the moment. Sometimes we need to step back, look at and consider the larger picture.
No matter the outcome of the US election, however all of the thousands of contests turn out, no matter when the contest for president is decided, tonight – or tomorrow, or whenever – the United States will still exist. As will its citizens.
As will fields, sky, mountains, trees, birds.
Life will go on.
I enjoy revisiting how immense the prairie sky, the flatland sky, is. There is always something to see, above the skyline and below the skyline.
A young tree stands silhouetted against the dawn, awaiting another day.
As another lovely dawn lifts the veil from the landscape, hydro poles march diagonally across the scene.
Pausing to absorb a tranquil landscape was a wonderful way to start the day.
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