Have you ever flown across the United States -- coast-to-coast? If so, you've witnessed the most extraordinary transitions of terrains which, upon closer review, reveal an artful mosaic of cultured segments.
Look at the images below. Each is a close-up of the banner shot above; each beautiful in its own unique way. Each, in isolation of the whole picture, virtually unrecognizable as an entire landscape at Sunrise. Of course, the same can be said of arial views anywhere in the world, but here in the U.S., the vista options are glorious and abundant.
How green was my Valley.
Follow the yellow brick road...
“'Find each letter in the letter,' said the Field at Sunset.”
About 50-years-ago, when I was an 8-year-old living on the South Side of Chicago, one of my father's coworkers at Time Magazine was telling him how he and his wife longed for a vacation but couldn't take one because lived on a farm.
My landlord hates fish. We do not know why he does, as he will not divulge this information. All we know is that small dogs are okay, cats are okay, birds are also okay, but fish are not. Well, I wanted fish. I like fish. I had a plan.