The Draw of the Plains

I’m not a tornado nut. Couldn’t care less if I see a tornado, Ive seen enough but I am a structure freak. I love those towering supercells….but theres something else out there that draws me. I love the small towns, the roads that stretch for miles endlessly to the horizon. But thats still not it. There’s the smell of the wheat as it gets wet from a downpour…there’s the hometown diners with the farmers sitting around eating lunch….but thats not either.

I love the history thats sitting out there and rotting away. I never really got into western movies until I started spending the spring out there. Now I love a movie thats set in Kansas’ early days but thats not it either.

My favorite chase pics are those that show the huge sky and a road stretching off to the horizon.. and every one of those I see only makes me homesick for a place I’ve never really lived in.

Maybe it symbolizes a break from the mind numbing, waistline encreasing winters here in the great lakes.