Entry tags:
December Daily: beautiful sights
29 -- ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mecurtin, What is the most beautiful sight you see outside on a regular basis? Can be a building, landscape, plant, animal, artwork, people playing, whatever.
The first thing you have to know is that our city in Illinois was flat, flat, flat. It was so flat that when I first drove up to meet the spouse there, if I stopped paying attention to the landscape, I would begin to feel as though I was driving on an impossibly long bridge over a lake or something -- water was the only thing in my experience that was that flat.
But now I live in the part of the Midwest that somehow escaped being scraped down by glaciers, and so there are hills.
So the most beautiful thing I see outside is some broad, unexpected, ridiculously scenic view. Like, I walk out the door of the Farm and Fleet and I can look out over rolling hills, dun-colored at this time of year and dotted with black and white cows and textured with bare cornfields, and as I gradually turn my head, the brick buildings of the tiny university come into view with the sunset on them. It's like living in a jigsaw puzzle.
30 --china_shop, "Your favourite book you read this year."
31 --wolfshark, "what is your favorite story to reread of your own stuff? what was your favorite story to write?"
mecurtin, What is the most beautiful sight you see outside on a regular basis? Can be a building, landscape, plant, animal, artwork, people playing, whatever.The first thing you have to know is that our city in Illinois was flat, flat, flat. It was so flat that when I first drove up to meet the spouse there, if I stopped paying attention to the landscape, I would begin to feel as though I was driving on an impossibly long bridge over a lake or something -- water was the only thing in my experience that was that flat.
But now I live in the part of the Midwest that somehow escaped being scraped down by glaciers, and so there are hills.
So the most beautiful thing I see outside is some broad, unexpected, ridiculously scenic view. Like, I walk out the door of the Farm and Fleet and I can look out over rolling hills, dun-colored at this time of year and dotted with black and white cows and textured with bare cornfields, and as I gradually turn my head, the brick buildings of the tiny university come into view with the sunset on them. It's like living in a jigsaw puzzle.
30 --
china_shop, "Your favourite book you read this year."31 --
wolfshark, "what is your favorite story to reread of your own stuff? what was your favorite story to write?"
Drumlins for the win
no subject
And now I live outside Dallas, where I literally have to laugh at what they call trees. It's not very pretty country around here, except during the spring wildflower blooms. I think that may be part of the reason there are relatively few camera shops here. Not enough inspiration.
no subject