Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Crossing the Prairie, Crossing the River
The prairie has a look all its own. It is an ocean of land dotted with farms that appear as islands.
The trees have a different look, too, sculpted by the wind.
Traveling south, one leaves the prairie behind as rolling limestone hills signal that the Ohio River is near. Suddenly a beautiful bridge rises up ahead.
Barges along the riverbank glow in the last light of day.
The upstream horizon is marked by smokestacks and distant bridges.
The sunset is dramatic as we cross into Kentucky and find lodging for the night in Paducah.