Driving across Iowa on Highway 30
November - clear, crisp day
Fall. You can still see the colors on the trees.
Iowa is not flat!
The Bohemian hills open vistas of Iowa beauty.
The mind edits out the garbage.
Rusty combines, wagons, telephone wires.
Some hidden midst the brush.
I can’t take a picture because they would ruin it.
That is all you would see.
Sometimes the “garbage” is really very beautiful.
A barn falling down, weathering away.
A pile of brush. Waiting for the sacrificial burn.
Telephone poles line the road. Their crosses remind me of Spartacus
Crucifixions carried out - evenly spaced - along the Roman road.
He wanted freedom.
Iowa is free.
Iowa is beautiful.