Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
…we’re not born with unlimited choices. We can’t be anything we want to be. We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we’re stuck with it.
Our job in this lifetime is not to shape ourselves into some ideal we imagine we ought to be, but to find out who we already are and become it.
–Steven Pressfield. The War of Art
Thanks! I think I became pretty good at snapping photos on the go! 🙂
Definitely looks like Kansas. I know those roads well. I have been in all 105 counties of Kansas :-).
Thanks for that! That’s my country, there! Kansas is, I think, one of the most intriguing states in the Union from a scenic point of view. It’s always full of surprises…
Kansas is really full of changes from one area to the next. My father is from there, so I know I view it with more sentimentality than most travelers. Nonetheless, there are plenty of stunning landscapes.
What part of Kansas is your dad from?
I love driving down US-54 through the open countryside on a partially cloudy day, and watching the patterns cast on the rolling hills and plains. I really think there’s nothing more beautiful than that…
Dad is from Garden City. I lived in Manhattan during grad school, and I think the Flint Hills area is amazing. I also went to the Gypsum Hills this time. I’ve got a story about that brewing… 🙂
Thanks so much for coming by to read and comment, Anglophiletoad. I really like hearing your take on the stories and images.
Living on the east side of Kansas and growing up in Denver, I can assure you that your photos are far more beautiful than the sites! 😉
Haha, no magic here, promise! Just snapping photos out the window. Perhaps it is the perfect season to see how lovely it is around here!