Ten years ago this summer we came home. Among the first things I saw were an expansive network of fields on the the Blackland Prairie. If memory serves, I was on a bike ride when I saw it. After 29 years in Atlanta, Georgia, a massive metropolis spreading development, smog, power lines, strip shopping centers and cars in every direction, this site let me know I was home. It might not qualify as beautiful to some of you, but it is to me. Note that I grew up in the Piney Woods of Northeast Texas. We had plenty of trees there, after Atlanta’s closed-in feeling this was nice. It makes me think of a favorite song, “I Can See for Miles and Miles” by The Who. This view was taken last night as warm light after a rain shower left us with this. Our area is rapidly-developing, too, but thankfully there are bits of land like this to remind us it’s not swallowed up yet.