“Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.”
~Matsuo Basho, Japanese Poet circa 1644
Although bitterly cold, I spent the first day of February wandering central Nebraska. People around here would say there’s really not much to see and even less to do. And I’m sure that’s true if you’ve lived here long enough. To borrow a line from The Last Picture Show, I suppose “everything gets old if you do it often enough.”
To the contrary, I’m always amazed at how alive you can feel when you’re surrounded by nothing but loneliness.
Church in winter, near Grand Island, NE
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