““This is a difficult question for me to answer. Somehow I want to explain to them that the land is beautiful, beyond their imagination. But I am stopped, like when I bring my city friends back to the farm. When the houses thin and we are eventually surrounded by nothingness I suddenly lose my vision. The world looks bleak, flat, unpromising, and colorless. I start apologizing as if I had dragged them to an empty art gallery. “The view is kind of ugly this time of year,” I’ll say.””
