Wednesday, October 19, 2005

On my way to my parents' house last Friday, I stopped at a small convenience store I'm familiar with on the outskirts of a tiny town. Chickens wandered aimlessly around the rustic building, a porch swing hung listlessly above the boarded floor, and colorful flowers bloomed in boxes hugged around wooden columns. It was a moment frozen; a picture postcard of the heartland.

The evening was perfect, peaceful... so I decided to forego the interstate and took a back road instead. It wound around the foot of the flint hills and set me on a much-desired course of solitary travel. Rare was the car that I met as I took my time, soaking in the sights and scenery.

I drove past the lake where the sunlight lay like a rippled golden path and its twilight rays filtered through the trees. I wanted to stop and take a photograph, but somehow it would have ruined the enchantment. Instead, I took a picture in my mind and stored it in my rolodex of beautiful moments.

It took me longer to get to my destination, but the time spent was well worth the while.

"Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference."

4 comments:

srp said...

This swing looks just like the one my grandmother had on the farmhouse porch. I would swing on it for hours as a child. Love the shadows and the sunlight. As in life, you cannot have the sunlight without the shadow.

Pete Mitchell said...

Wow. You painted a really beautiful picture with words.

Taking the long, slow route is always worth the time spent. It's a shame more people don't. They miss out on so much.

Pat B. said...

Thanks for sharing this lovely trip on the back roads.

Patrick said...

I really like this picture. I guess you are going to have some competition for Midwest photos amongst our regular readers. I think Nebraska is better, ha ha. It's the Cornhusker in me I can't stand K-State, sorry. You have a real gift and I love reading your blog thanks again for all your support Lori.