We took a different route this time, and it was something we will never do again. Eastern Oklahoma is the antithesis of a happy, hopeful place. Between real-life images of dead dogs on the side of the highway and blown-out meth lab shells of houses, it seemed to never end. Part of me would have liked to have taken some photos of the abject American poverty there as proof of that other America we forget conveniently when it hurts too much to see; however, I just couldn't handle the thought and sight of standing amidst bloody, mangled pit bulls bodies, among other yucky stuff. In other words, I wanted to get through it and be done with it. There, I admit it. I want to forget conveniently, too. At least for now.
We said bye-bye to Minnesota snow and bitter cold on the first day of 2011. As always, part of me was sad to leave, and the other part was craving reality.
Trees passing on the road, in Southern Minn.
We stopped in the little industrial town of Nevada, Missouri, located on the cusp of the Ozarks for lunch yesterday. I love Missouri's town squares. These quaint centers are always asking for pictures to be taken.
i love your images so much.
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