Becky and I left the west coast nearly 33 years ago, but like others from the west, we retain much of the west coast snobbery about beauty in the natural world. Our version of the beauty of the earth tends toward the crashing waves of the Pacific, the granite ridges and the soaring sequoia of the Sierra Nevada, and the snow-clad peaks of the Cascade Range.
Our oldest daughter, an artist and a Midwesterner far longer than we have been Midwesterners, is helping us shed some of our scenic snootiness. One of the themes of her art is what she calls the “unexpected beauty” in this flat middle part of the country.
I’ve tried to keep my eyes open for unexpected beauty as summer has given way to fall. It is there. The leaves have begun to turn color with splashes of red, orange, and yellow all around. Harvest has come to the cornfields and most now lie fallow waiting for winter snow and spring planting. Continue reading