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.
Today’s dawn was a marvellously serene prelude to a great day. It’s good to be alive and to experience the turn of the seasons.
Fog softens the outline and detail of a nearby bush.
A young tree stands silhouetted against the dawn, awaiting another day.
In the distance, at the far end of a soybean field, peeking out from one bush and standing in front of another, hay bales await the tractor and trailer.
Old barns like this are disappearing in our part of the world. They can be costly to keep up and (I assume) they are not as ‘efficient’ and ‘modern’ as ones with a metal frame and skin.
Yet they are beautiful, evocative of another time, and I sometimes make a point to stop and photograph one, like this one. Then I wonder. Who lived there? What was life like? What successes, failures, did they have? Were they happy or at least content?
Trees in the distance, wreathed in morning fog.
A keyhole offers a glimpse into trees wreathed in fog.
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