On December 27, 2014, we drove from my husband’s parents’ place in Columbia, Missouri, to Valentine, Nebraska.
We met my sister and her family at Saturday evening mass, after a 10 hour drive. Celebrating the Feast of the Holy Family was the perfect end to a perfect day. I was with my own family (husband and four children) plus my sister’s family (her husband and 5 children and son-in-law, plus little Clara Marie, my first great-niece, born November 3).
In addition, I was brimming with satisfaction, pride and pleasure, having just driven through the Missouri River bottoms and then across the state of Nebraska. Agricultural production, fed by power, was everywhere I looked. I’m thankful for the human ingenuity and inventiveness that carved something from nothing in what many would consider cold, uninhabitable, inhospitable places in middle America.
I wanted to stop and hug every land owner along Highway 275 and then Highway 20 for their care of the land and their animals! Of course, they do not do these things for my praise, approval or appreciation. They do them because it’s in their interest to do so. That is at it should be.
No centralized planning — no matter how smart the planner — could ever come close to yielding such bounty and beauty!
I hope you enjoy these images as much as I enjoyed the drive. (Thanks for driving, Matt!) (If you click on a photo, it will open in full-size in another tab.)
(Photos are in chronological order from just south of Omaha to just east of Valentine.)
I sure do love agriculture! I’m feeling slightly voyeuristic, though. If your place is in one of the photos above and you don’t want it to be, let me know. I’m in the Dalhart, Texas, phone book. If your place is in one of the photos above and you don’t mind me sharing my appreciation of what you do, thank you. If you contact me, I’ll caption the photo of your place however you want me to! Special note to the man on the four-wheeler: We were driving past at about 65 mph and I had no idea you were driving into my frame. I only realized it half way through the snap. Kudos to you, sir! It’s easy for me to ooh and ahh at the snow when I don’t have to work outside in it!