I feel fairly confident in saying that probably everyone who has ever lived in the country has a story about a dirt road. Personally, I love dirt roads. I love the cloud of dust that rises up when a truck drives across one (although once I lived right by a gravel road and I didn’t like said dust ALL OVER my porch decorations).
This dirt road is one of many just outside of the Marshall city limits. When I look at a dirt road, I can almost see a place the way it may have been 150 years ago before asphalt, before big machines, and before cars. Just horses and wagons making ruts in the grass. Something about the idea of that simpler time appeals to me.
Who told us that we have to be so BUSY these days? So many people I know are always running around, busy, moving through life at such a fast pace. I can include myself in that description more times than I would like to count.
Yet, nearly every time I see a dirt road, I automatically slow down as if to take in the simple beauty of nature and the slower pace of life.
There is something about the harvesting corn and wildflowers waving in the breeze that makes me think maybe this is what life is about instead of DEADLINES, APPOINTMENTS, and SELFIES (not that there’s anything wrong with selfies. See Blog Post #1).
Many of the early poets and writers regularly communed with nature, and through those times of closeness with the earth around them drew INSPIRATIONS for amazing works. I plan to take time today to appreciate the landscape and let it take me back to what is simple, beautiful, real, and breathtaking.
Will you join me?
Thanks for stopping by! I'm a student turned teacher turned writer turned part-time tutor, postcard hobbyist, and landscape photograph enthusiast. I have zero formal training in photography, but I love the art of visual documentation. I lived the first 30 years of my life in Oklahoma until I made a major life change (long story and I'd love to tell it sometime!), met my husband, moved to Marshall, and became a bonafide Missourian. My husband Derick owns our hobby shop, and we have a 2-year old son Rafe who loves just about everything these days (except spinach). If you ever see me around town with a camera pointed at a sunset, please say hi. I'd love to be friends. :)