Saturday, January 05, 2013
Saturday Morning Catch
For a long, long time I spent a ton of Saturdays in the Tracker, chasing the dawn through windswept hills west of town, beautiful hills cut by rivers and some long ago glacier on the far west edge of what is now the state of Iowa. It was a joy to play hide and seek with the landscape's sheer beauty, a landscape often scorned by just about everybody--and with good reason. Tons believe, and they're not wrong, that there's nothing here--no mountains, no forest, nothing to mar the monotony of an endless prairie, save a couple thousand hog confinements.
For the last six months I haven't ventured out much, largely because deer walk past our patio door with regularity. Acrobatic squirrels both entertain and anger me, and birds constantly delight. Somewhere out back a woodchuck's got a home, and some four-legged knocked out a doorway to an old dog house. When I looked inside this afternoon, that very someone had made a home in the straw inside.
I'm in the country. I don't have to get in the car to go there. A couple times a week we walk through a woods along the Floyd River, quite regularly disturbing more deer. I haven't felt the need to hunt for beauty because it's all around me. Every morning I see a broad dawn sky right there outside our kitchen window.
This morning I got in the car and went east, where there are no hills. The dawn was nice--not drop dead gorgeous, but very nice; and the land, this morning, was still wearing its first snow like something treasured. It was a great morning, and I was glad I went. Finding beauty--tracking it down--is still a blessing, at least for me.
Posted by J. C. Schaap at 5:13 PM