I’ve never been much of a landscape photographer.
My feeble attempts just never seem to match the intent of the maker of those scenes.
That said, I’ve pulled a few favorites that exist on my computer at this point in time.
This view of the countryside in Switzerland:
This landscape outside my front door at our last military assignment:
This one in which the clouds become the landscape, causing the viewer a bit of imbalance:
The landscape in the woods near my home in Virginia, as spring awakens:
This, from a walk this past week in Kansas:
From a few days ago in Ohio:
And finally, one of my favorite landscape combinations…farmland in Iowa, dominated by windmills:
“The scariest dragons and the fiercest giants
usually turn out to be no more than windmills.”
Because who doesn’t love a Don Quixote quote?
In November of 2013 my husband and I packed everything up for the 25th time in his military career and moved to Nebraska. After a long day of driving I had just enough light left to walk the dogs. On the way back to our temporary quarters I came up the hill on the other side of these trees and only turned around as an afterthought.
This became my Instagram for that day: 11.8.13
That was a rough move for me and in the months that followed I took many long walks with Boudreaux and Xavier, often crossing over to this side of the base, even after moving into our new home on the other side of the runway. Something always drew me back to this setting and these trees.
They became my muses.
I learned to know them in all seasons and in many moods.
They never disappointed me.
Soon I’ll be moving back into those temporary quarters as my husband and I make our transition out of the military. For a few weeks these trees will once again be right around the corner from where I’m living.
It would be very fitting for my last Instagram, on my last day, to be of my Nebraska muses.
I’ll work on that.
And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place,
touch the depths of truth,
feel the hem of Heaven.
Adlai E. Stevenson
I’ve lived in Nebraska for a little over a year now and this holy ground draws me back again and again. The Holy Family Shrine in Gretna is where I go to find my serenity.