Just west of Shieldsville, not far from our Faribault home in southeastern Minnesota, my husband and I began our 120-mile journey to southwestern Minnesota on a foggy Saturday morning.
I NEVER TIRE of the big sky and infinite land that stretch far before me as I travel back to my native southwestern Minnesota. I wonder sometimes how I ever could have left this place that brings such solace to my soul, such respite to my heart, such peace to my mind.
A farm site somewhere along the route which took us through or past Shieldsville, LeCenter, Cleveland, St. Peter, Nicollet, Courtland, New Ulm, Essig, Sleepy Eye, Cobden, Springfield and Sanborn corners, ending in rural Lamberton.
When I see this land, walk this land, the longing to be back here, permanently rooted again, tugs at my very core. I miss the prairie that much and the older I get, the more I appreciate this rural place from whence I came.
This image, among all those I took, emphasizes the expanse of sky and land which define the prairie.
It is that early-life connection, that growing up as a child of the prairie, that intimate familiarity with the land and the seasons and life cycles, the dirt under fingernails, the rocks lifted from fields, the cockleburs yanked from bean rows, the roar of the combine and the distinct putt-putt of the John Deere tractor, the calf shit clinging to buckle overshoes, the fireball of a sunset, the sights and sounds and smell and feel of this prairie place that shaped who I became as a person, a writer, a photographer.
These towering elevators and corn pile at Christensen Farms near Sleepy Eye break up the flat landscape.
In this season, as the earth shifts from growth to harvest to dormancy, I notice even more the details etched into the prairie. The sky seems bigger, the land wider and all of us, in comparison, but mere specks upon the earth.
MORE PHOTOS from that road trip to the prairie:
This is not a prairie scene because the prairie has no hills. Rather, I shot this near the beginning of our journey, west of Shieldsville.
Another scene from just west of Shieldsville. It is the muted colors of the landscape that I so appreciate in this photo.
Driving through Sleepy Eye, a strong agricultural community where I lived and worked briefly, decades ago, as a reporter and photographer for The Sleepy Eye Herald-Dispatch. Sleepy Eye is most definitely on the prairie.
Hills of corn at a grain complex east of Lamberton.
Fields are in all stages of harvest and tillage on the southwestern Minnesota prairie.
A grain truck parked at an elevator in Lamberton.
An important sign when trucks and tractors are lined up at the elevator in Lamberton.
I ended my Saturday by walking my middle brother’s acreage north of Lamberton as the sun set, my favorite time of day on my native southwestern Minnesota prairie. I grew up about 25 miles northwest of here near Vesta.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
I love those old posts .. a lovely collection of images audrey, we do love the prairie you and I.. c
Yes, we do, love the prairie.
Although DH and I did not grow up in our area (Coulee Region/Driftless Area) we knew we were “home” the minute we set foot on our little rural piece. We really canNOT imagine living elsewhere and have put down deep roots!!!
And even though you do not live on the prairie, your region of Minnesota is equally as beautiful.
I will have to so agree…..we are true “ridge-runners” and not “flat landers” LOL!
I am most definitely a flat-lander. Ask anyone in my family.
Variety is a good thing…..there’s not room for everyone here! LOL!
Ahhhhh, such great memories for you.You can really tell the love you have for the prairie by the way you write about it! Love the photos, especially the one of the tractor in the field. The muted colors are beautiful!
Thanks, Jackie. I do love my prairie.
From a place that is nothing like a prairie, your photos were a real treat. Thanks!
You are welcome. Always delighted to showcase the place of my heart.
Loving your photos – makes me want to get out in the country:) Happy Monday!
Well, good then. I mostly want my readers to realize that the prairie holds beauty, even if most don’t think so.
farming is so peaceful and i like the tractors and hills of corn how cool is that
Agreed. Peaceful.
since i moved out by the farms i noticed that people are generally more polite when they have lived with peace of farming
I expect this is true. There’s something about the land that is calming and good for the soul.
Thanks for sharing these wonderful photos. I took a similar drive with my camera across parts of Iowa recently. It always calms my spirit.
I’ve been into Iowa a few times and what I saw in the northwestern corner looks pretty much like my native southwestern Minnesota prairie.
We drove through New Ulm and Sleepy Eye on our way to the Cities! Still need to post photos… These shots are MINNESOTA! And, yes, even without the mountains and ocean, it’s growing on me.
Yahoo. Great to hear that the prairie is growing on you, Gretchen. I just knew you’d eventually come around and see the beauty in the prairie.