Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Dusty summer roads, Iowa
Dust rising from the dry roads out through the cornfields in midsummer. The rains come and go, thunderstorms breaking to water the corn and soy to verdant swells of biomass, but in between the ground bakes solid, dry, and dusty.
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