|The large photo at left is a view of our east yard, crab grass beautified by morning light, and the rock garden where our grandsons set up mock battles with their plastic soldiers (they nixed the idea of gnome and elves figurines). Upper right: a cloud formation, the majesty of which I was unable to capture with this phone photo. Right middle: noonday sunlight bounces off the bright white porch railing, just installed by farmer John. Right bottom: evening primroses in the road ditch across from the house. |
I always remember my Art History professor, fresh from a summer's sabbatical to France, saying that the countryside in Kansas is very much like that of France. "Something about the light," he said. Years later my nephew traveled to France and returned home to field my many questions about his trip. "Does the countryside look like Kansas?" I asked.
He laughed and said, "Definitely. We joked that they hadn't really taken us to Europe at all, but that we'd just circled around the ocean and had come back to Kansas. Everything looked very familiar."
'These things affirm my deeply held conviction that the beauty of our state is underrated. The photos above, taken with my 6 year old iPhone, are a case in point: beauty isn't difficult to find here. And there are all the things my lack of skill with a camera can't capture: cottonwood fluff raining in ethereal, erratic paths against the dark green canopy of late spring foliage; the full scope and majesty of thunderheads piling up ahead of a spring storm; the depth of color of our sunsets...words can't describe it, and my fledgling skill as a photographer can't capture them.
You're going to have to take my word for it or come see for yourself: Kansas is beautiful in each season!