"When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty." (John Muir, Travels in Alaska)
Ithaca to Laramie: Farms, More Farms, and Still More Farms
New York State:
picturesque farms on winding roads and green hills.
new york state
don't remember it – I was working.
mosquitoes. Dear heavens, who thought it was a good idea to sleep in
a national wildlife refuge on the swampy shores of Lake Erie? At
least I know that the mosquito net in The Matrix works (sort of).
run-down farms on sad, straight roads.
slightly nicer farms on slightly less straight roads.
corn, soy, and wind farms.
mega-farms that go on for hours, and hours, and hours, punctuated by
single farmhouses with no neighbors for miles.