The back roads of northern Illinois are a wonderful source of inspiration and beauty. Often, I grab a camera and just drive aimlessly looking at whatever scenes appear over the next hill.
I wonder when I see a sky like this. What causes those patterns and color variations? Is it the wind that swirls and spirals the clouds?
I wonder when I see a sky like this. What causes those patterns and color variations? Is it the wind that swirls and spirals the clouds?
The wonderful stories these old barns could tell. Think of the history they've seen--good times and bad. The men who built them and worked the land, growing old and dying there. Sad to see so many of the big old barns slowly falling. Too expensive to maintain.
Autumn grass has a special grace. It's constant movement is hypnotic.
Milkweed seed was blowing everywhere. It glistened in the sunlight as it drifted above the grass.
Brightly colored flower petals are gone. The seeds hang on waiting for just the right moment to let go.
This little donkey was happy to see me when I offered her pieces of smashed Halloween pumpkin.
I avoid the highways and interstates. How could getting somewhere fast be better than driving slowly through scenes like this one?
