SHADOWS AND CURVES AND LIGHT.
All draw my eyes to the landscape, my hand to the camera, eye to the viewfinder, finger to shutter button.
Flash of color: A red barn.
Rural scenes unfold before me on this drive through western Wisconsin, from Nelson north to St. Croix Falls in early October.
I am linked to the land by my past, daughter of a southwestern Minnesota crop and dairy farmer. Even after 40 years away from the farm, fields and farm sites hold my heart more than any grid of city blocks or cluster of homes or urban anything.
If I could, I would live in the country again, close to the scent of dried corn stalks and fertile black soil.
I would live under a sky that overwhelms, inside a white farmhouse with a welcoming front porch. That was always my dream.
But dreams cost money. Instead, I have lived in an old house along an arterial street in a town of some 23,000 for 30 years. I am grateful to have a house, to live in a community I love among dear friends.
Still, a part of my soul yearns, aches for the land I left.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling