The pace of time on prairie goes in its own way. Saving time carries no meaning. It is either daylight, dark or somewhere twixt n tween. With ;light on the wane it is time to grab a bite.
Peacefully up the hill, undisturbed by the passing humans they browse away.
The wide open prairie is becoming cluttered though. No longer is the view uninterrupted across the horizon.
There is a collection of man’s intrusion on the landscape. The railroad crosses by in the lower foreground and by the RR signal is a water well.
Both have been there for more then a century. Not very prominent but visible. Up on the ridge is progress brought by the other two pieces.
The Interstate highway crosses the middle of the pic. I have mixed feelings about all the man made things growing on the prairie. Wonder how the greenies would feel if all of this was in a wilderness?
Soon there will be more clutter up there, over 150 more wind turbines are on the drawing board.
What do we need to live, what can we do without….. seems to have too many answers and not many ask.
The week begins….. may yours be a blessed week.
5 comments:
Good post, John.
I hate wind turbines and cell phone towers scattered on every hill. My little town is in a small valley and all the hills around it have those cell towers. I have 4 or 5 in my view of the nearest hill. Yuck!
I don't know why but I really love the solitude of the prairie. We've got our share of it around here. I know what you mean about man's intrusion. Greens seem to never realize the sacrifices that would have to be made to actually have a Utopia of some sort. Anyway, bless you John, have a great day.
The last photo show what you can do to fill the barren sky when people play with whirly-gigs & the birds on the beach appear to be some type of lemming for if I'm not mistaken they are all assuming the exact same stance in the same position pointed in the same direction. How is that for mimicking the human herd, by pecking away in the same fashion day in & day out, while there is still light. It may seem droll & simple to some, but there is something in there that tells a strange story, and people like me see it, and you too John ;)
As for the sugar-shack, smoke shack, rooming house or whatever the heck it used to be, or even a combo of the above at one point (but who really cares right now, haha) at the top of the page, I noticed a bit of rubbish to the right of the smaller branch poking out of the tree on the left. Could this be my missing broom handle, perhaps? Hmm... ;)
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