Twenty years ago, Siouxland

 For years, I went out on Saturday mornings, looking for the dawn. That shot above is 20 years old, from  a Saturday morning in early May right here, probably somewhere west of town.

I never realized how much beauty could be staged just beyond our back door until I was almost sixty years. I wasn't awed by the near infinity of space, land and sky, until then, until I went out deliberately not to miss it. 

There's absolutely nothing unique about that picture above, but the shots I took that morning is clear evidence of my desire to know how to style the beauty that was all around that morning. Trying to capture that morning in a single exposure is silly, and that too is something it took me most of my life to learn--silly, but well worth the effort.

The shots I took that morning show me trying hard to find a way to tell others how gorgeous the world really showed itself to be.

Maybe silhouettes.

I don't remember the morning, but the story is in the pictures. Very few have ever treasured this particular place for its beauty. But when the immensity of land and sky lights up gorgeously, if the sun wraps the sky in a wide wardrobe of color, this world's sheer beauty can take your breath away. 

That's what I likely told myself on the drive back to town--that, and I'll be back.