UNDER AN IMMENSE SKY in the wide open countryside of rural southern Minnesota, I always feel small.
Sky and land dwarf me, impressing upon me the vastness and power of that which rises above and that which stretches around me.
On a recent road trip to Rochester and back, the brooding sky of mid-March appeared unsettled, threatening. Cloud after cloud after cloud nearly swiped the earth while towering in a brute mass into seemingly infinity.
Only occasionally did the sun fight through the clouds that darkened the day. Gray prevailed, a visual cue of the major winter storm that would arrive the next evening.
In the flatness of the land, a strong wind bullied across the landscape. Pushing. Shoving. Bending the will of boughs. Punching at vehicles. Fearless and unrelenting.
This is March in Minnesota. One day angry and roiling. The next day calm, even warm, sunny and inviting. March marks the indecisiveness of sometimes spring, sometimes still winter.
There’s a certain restlessness this time of year among those of us who live in this cold climate state of long winters. We are weary of cold and snow, ready for real spring, not just the calendar spring. We crave sunshine, warmth and greenery.
But realistically, Mother Nature has her own mind, deciding when a season reveals herself, not simply teases. I see that in the sky on this drive. The heavy morning sky, wrapped in a mass of clouds, refuses to bare herself to the sun.
And so I feel pressed upon, diminished by sky. And land.
Buildings—barns and bins and houses—appear minuscule against this intimidating backdrop.
Even wind turbines, which tower above treelines, and which I find visually unappealing, appear small-scale despite their height.
I suppose we really are small in the immensity of the universe. A road trip between Faribault and Rochester verifies that. The immense sky and stark, wide open land stretch before me, high and wide. And I feel small, oh, so small in the all of it in the midst of March in Minnesota.
NOTE: I took these on-the-road photos on March 13 as a front seat passenger in our van. I set my 35 mm camera at a fast shutter speed and shot images.
© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
It’s interesting you captured a shot of a housing development. Apparently, the Midwest is having a moment thanks to (relatively) affordable housing. Per a recent article in The Atlantic: “That [Midwest] lifestyle includes sledding and snow pants and, yes, maybe some vitamin-D gummies. But perhaps this historically terrible housing market is enough to make people come to peace with being cold for a little while.” Minnesota actually added population in 2025, for the first time in years.
You are proof that Minnesota is a good place to move to and live. My son-in-law moved here from California. Soon thereafter his brother and wife relocated here from LA, where they were able to afford a house. All three love Minnesota.
this is a lovely visual and literary poem to the Minnesota skies and the larger natural and spiritual world, of which we are only the tiniest part .
Thank you for understanding exactly what I was conveying with my images and words.
So many Minnesota skies. Your post really took me home on the drive to Rochester that we’ve made many times. I enjoyed the images and text very much.
Glad to take you back to your home area via this post.
I hope Spring comes in earnest for you very soon. You have so much sky. Ours is it bits and pieces, like jigsaw puzzles. No vast expanse. I always feel exposed when I drive to the flatness in Ohio.
Spring is making an appearance. Today is sunshine and warmth, near 70 degrees. Then it’s back to cold tomorrow. But my crocuses are blooming!
The expansive sky is amazing to see. Thanks for the sky pictures! 😉
It always is.
Whenever we travel that part of the state, we always look for the three US Air Force T-38 Talon Thunderbird jets. This felt a bit melancholic with the never-ending gray skies. Hopefully spring will be here soon.
March is such a fickle month. One day lovely. The next day not. But spring always comes.