a dying breedI have traveled the Great Plains…

With endless corn fields and cascading hills of greens. I saw the crops sway back and forth with the invisible afternoon breeze. I could see more cows than people. But the people are friendlier and very eager to see another soul.

The skies are always clear, free of polluted haze and glares of some big intimidating city. It was all peace and quiet here, but as serene and tranquil as the place can be, this is just not for me.

I have come across the deserts… With endless stacks of sands and hot cracks of molten rocks. Miles and miles I have yet to see humans, just critters and crawling lizards. The land was so arid and dry it never knew water existed. Continue Reading…