Midwest pean.

October 6, Mt Sterling.

Nicolas fell asleep and Dylan and I went for a walk downtown along a small-town street, coming back to the circus through the fairgrounds in the back. Flash memory of taking pictures there for the Jacksonville paper and a tranquil afternoon, warm memories. Vision of a black horse in the distance galloping against the bright dry corn, loose; I loose the picture. Today the sky is dotted with brilliant clouds and the sunlight intermittently lights them up, the glorious light again.
And so it is that I'm falling in love with the landscape of the Midwest, scorned and long left behind, electric poles poking in its infinite skies, the improbable beauty.