We just returned from a road trip to Salt Lake City and back, something we haven’t done in a long while. And one of the things I loved was watching the change of landscape and scenery as the miles went by. We began in agriculture land with acres of corn and soybeans, and some sunflowers thrown in too. That landscape changed to rolling hills, then to the badlands of South Dakota. Into Wyoming we saw pasture lands with cattle and sheep, along with antelope, deer, and coyote. And then we were in the mountains of Utah, mostly shrouded from the smoke of the nearby forest fires.
During both directions of our trip we got to watch the development of weather fronts. When the landscape stretches out before you, behind you, and around you it gives you a chance to see the blue (or hazy) skies change to white clouds to billowing thunderstorms to darkness and rain, and then back to clearing skies. I’ll gladly take a road trip any day over a plane flight that picks you up from one landscape and drops you into another without the benefit of all the miles and scenery in between.
The cusps of seasons and days can often hold tension and beauty. We woke to the sound of thunder as a storm was starting to roll through, yet the eastern horizon held a hint of color. As the rain started to come down, I could see the droplets hitting the open water. Further out on the lake was the edge of the black ice that was starting to go out, and on the opposite shore was the white ice and snow that hadn’t thinned yet. It was a wonderful experience – both visual and auditory. The loons are back in the area, and the geese, ducks, and swans were all contributing to the soundtrack.
In my own life there is a change too, as I retired from my corporate job and am transitioning to the adventures I’ve been looking forward to all these years. I began this blog in January of 2009 with the purpose of sharing the beauty of my world and to give me the incentive to photograph each week. And what an amazing journey it has been — so many sights, so many surprises, and so much to see! My plan is to continue this blog however my posts may not be quite as consistent in timing. I hope you will continue along with me and share in my upcoming adventures.
We just returned from some R&R in the north woods of Minnesota – a small cabin at Jack the Horse Resort, north of Marcell. When we first arrived, the summer heat and humidity were plainly evident – shorts and T-shirts were required, along with a dip in the lake. The second day there was a thunderstorm that moved through in the afternoon, clearing about an hour before sunset. As the clouds moved off to the east, the late sun splashed them with vivid colors, and the brilliance of the sky was reflected in the still waters of Jack the Horse Lake. The following day marked a cooling trend, and three days later we were wearing our long underwear and jackets as the north wind blew and the temps were down in the 30’s at night. The trip included successful fishing, glorious blue skies, an appreciation of the forests and woods, and even a night where we watched the Northern Lights dance above the lake.