- Backroads of Morrow County Update:
There is a beauty to a ride in the darkness on the wintery roads in the country. The wind glides across the open fields flinging snow clouds in the air and painting swaths of white on the gray roads. Ever changing swaths of white. The swamp--frozen and white--shines even on this cloudy night. The trees there--gnarled by their constant struggle to survive their murky existence--raise their limbs into the gray darkness as if pleading for a rescue. Are the moaning, howling winds their voices? I wonder . . . Hay bales--still in the field--look like monstrous snowballs left over from some giants' snowball fight. Or maybe they were getting ready to build a snowman, giant size. Not much traffic--when you come upon another traveler, a quick game of "dim the bright lights" ensues. And then, the blackness returns as if the fellow nomad was a mirage in a graywhite desert. Tonight I encountered a deer. Like a circus performer dancing in the spotlight, he hesitated, whirled one direction, turned back, glared at the intruder, and slipped into the fields. He was soon swallowed up in the snow mist. I creep by the usual sights--old majestic barns--sanctuaries for some creatures, I'm sure, tiny country churches with their white steeples and cemetery back yards, houses--some asleep, some awake, country ponds frozen and still, fields without boundaries, or so it seems--endless white and darkness stretching into emptiness. Groundless, too, it seems. If I stopped and walked on them would I disappear into forever? I suppose I should be considered strange to wander the backroads on a frigid, windy, winter's night going nowhere in particular. I'm just on a solitary--but not lonely--hunt for beauty.
Found it my friends.
Glorious.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Backroads of Morrow County: Wintery Roads January 17, 2014
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