Riding out to the range with OldNFO, aepilot Jim, and MattG, I felt the urge to pull out my camera and snap a picture.
"What are you taking a picture of out here, Tam?" came the question.
"Oh, nothing..."
I'd have used a panoramic camera, but you can just use the cut and paste function in your photo editor on the above pic to get a sense of the 360-panorama. Agoraphobes need not apply.
If I find myself in environs cluttered with trees, mountains, or skyscrapers for more than a few days, I start getting a little antsy.
ReplyDeleteI need my big skies.
Sure miss those deep blue skies.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a famous eastern Wyoming saying.
ReplyDeleteThere is a beautiful woman behind every tree.
Gerry
I don't see a marketplace?
ReplyDeletew/v: macksess - ahh, the sweet smell of same.
Latinista,
ReplyDeleteThat's because you're not a Koineista. ;)
"Nowhere to run to baby, nowhere to hide..."
ReplyDeleteDang, that's worse than Illinois.
ReplyDeleteDon't miss it, though. I likes my trees.
To much sunny, flat sameness.... miss evergreen, mountainy, goodness.
ReplyDeleteI get days of this, driving out to Arizona to visit my in-laws. Nothing but miles and miles, for miles and miles.
ReplyDeleteLooks like home sweet home. Of course, that pic was a couple hours west of me, so no surprise there.
ReplyDeleteYou can see a lot more nothing from the top of one of the grain elevators, or even a windmill. Plus, the ol' Zed Drei won't ever be challenged by a twisty road, but it has ample choices for stretching it's legs, should you ever venture out into the wilds with it.
When I moved to Texas from North Carolina, I had strangely claustrophobic feelings on cloudy days, because the clouds were too darn low.
ReplyDeleteHopefully you can experience that for yourself whilst out in the bestr approximation of Flatland that exists on this earth.
Job interviewing in the midwest and northmidwest, I found good reason to move to North Carolina instead- a horizon I didn't feel like slashing my wrists on.
ReplyDeleteWe used to say "Turn around three times, and you're lost!"
ReplyDeleteYeah, after growing up in Michigan and spending much of my adult life in (western) Washington, I found the "miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles" east of Ft Carson, CO, to be disturbing. As noted, "nowhere to run, nowhere to hide." Disturbing, even if I did know, intellectually, that the terrain was uneven enough to have folds and gullies and the like to hide in.
ReplyDeleteOf course, the terrain to the west was disappointing, too; Pike's Peak is only a couple of hundred feet shorter than Mt Rainier, but the former is usually brown even in dead of winter, but Rainier is snow-capped year-'round.
Ahh! It is all becoming slowly clear to me now! Please tell Matt to grow some hair on that head; I like my policemen to look like they need to own a comb.
ReplyDeleteNothing excessive like those greasy-headed Germans with their Brylcreem and Vitalis whom we stacked up cold and dead like cordwood in the 1940s, please!
I am just asking for normal, old-fashioned, Standard American haircuts.
A man's hair should be long enough that he needs to own a comb, and short enough that he can dry it with a towel after stepping out of the shower, without needing to own a blow-dryer.
Teh Wimminz can grow their hair as long as they like, as far as I'm concerned. I mind a gal I was sweet on in high school, whose hair was so long she could sit on it. She managed to braid it and roll it up into her shako when we attended football games and did halftime shows.
P.s. She could play the piccolo part in the trio of "The Stars and Stripes Forever" flawlessly.
ReplyDeleteSorry to be such a hopeless band nerd, I am. I would ask that all of you load the blog of my fellow band nerd and gun nerd, Squeaky,and send her some bucks or verbal encouragement, or something.
She is having a hard time with the evil Lyme Disease.
WV: blest. Thank you, Jesus. I am not making this up.
Not windy enough to be a photo of Wyoming.
ReplyDeleteTuring word: prousac - as in, have you read Prousac in the original French?
Reminds me of a comment my Dad , an old West Virginia boy, made to me once: "Boy it makes me feel like a bug on a plate"
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Ah, the big skies of home! I like living where I can see the weather coming, even if all I can do is duck and pray when it gets there.
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