On more than one long drive my mind got lost in the unchangingness of things that seem to go on forever (roads, power lines, forests, fence poles, road trips -becos in my rural world even trip to the grocery store feels a road trip). I spent a lot of time contemplating the beauty in the contrasts of the human-made vs nature:
•Of the ununique lines stretching unbroken for hundreds of miles of undulating pavement made interesting by the ever-changing scenery lining it.
•Of a razor-sharp string of power line looped effortlessly over unchanging pole after unchanging pole after unchanging pole after unchanging pole after unchanging pole across every myriad landscape it meets up with.
•Of a human-planted neat-and-tidy tree rows around an overgrown dilapidated abandoned farmstead.
•Of one weedless verdant lawn of perfectly aligned mower stripes surrounded by acres of untamed dandelion meadows.
•Of straight jet streams bisecting a messily clouded sky.
•Of sturdy square symmetrical houses lending some stability to squalid prairie landscape.
•Of neatly parked rows of vehicles on gravel strewn parking lots.
•Of The carefully slotted seats on an airplane, bus, or subway filled with chaotic uninhibited messy human beings.
•Of perfectly spaced rows of anxious shoppers lined up against the colourful backdrop of a grocery store’s eye catching displays.
•Of a closet- or cupboard-ful of myriad things, articulately organized (something that doesn’t happen in my house unless it happens to be a closet or cupboard without doors.)
•Of The stolid shadows of a light pole keeping a stop sign company under a turbulent blanket of clouds.
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