Rural scenery is my drug of choice. Turns out, winter wheat is gateway drug into the world of row crops.
Returning from the beach, this canola field took my breath away. Gone. Breathing was just no longer an option while standing on the side of a [paved] country road, staring in wonder at the beauty of a canola field.
Rural America — and all it encompasses — is the epitome of joy.
Once surrounded by winter wheat and black cattle, this rural-gone-urban girl needs scenes like this. Too often I get caught up in the hustle of urban living: the homes, ‘hoods and schedules.
Keep showing off, North Carolina. It looks good on you.