Rural

Rural


Rural


Rural country towns are mysteries to the passer-byes along the veins of roads across America, or even to the very state lived in. They are small, as the definition of town indicates, and full of reborn life. Many were abandoned about thirty years ago, but over the past five years have been found again. Like the tulip that pushed through the newly paved gravel, to make a driveway pad near a run down home, that had been recently given new life, not even glimpsing the emptiness it once held; looking almost as if it had always been kept up. Empty streets once where everyone congregated, with the only evidence of such left a being called
Main Street, yet no stores remained. Something more wonderful...possibilities of rebuilt and homes.

With cars the way they are now, and the internet bringing anything to your door, the whole world can touch them, if only found. This is why some of us
have found them. We enjoy the love, close neighbors, and a good bartering. It really is an island in sea long fields, or at least the one I found. This one, in fact was named an Italian female name for “Seaport” in the middle of the prairie. I thought I was the only one that thought the vast grasslands I drove through reminded me of such waters, with the sudden life springing out of them, as groups of starlings and wild winds (which is why the windmills multiply).

Sometimes if you hunt, you may even find camp grounds in these or some small bed-and-breakfast waiting for you. You can experience the life, for a night or weeks, and see if it sucks you into looking for your own home there. The bus to school, the long roads out of town to walk, the quiet (that only birds in the distance and the roaring waters of interstate behind them can sound); could give you a reason to count how many chickens you may want to get for your yard. Can you get a taste for it? Rural prairie versus rural mountains, versus along the actual ocean roads; all have their own flavor across this country. I would think Europe the same, after all, many go there to just backpack across, finding the villages. Well, here, in the states, there are welcoming spots all dotted along the smallest highways to along the unseen exits of the interstates. They are being rebuilt. They represent what the larger cities may become, in understanding of interrelations.

Yes, many used to think small towns were sometimes two decades behind the bigger cities, and maybe in the 1960's they were, but now, they are quite the opposite. It may be hidden, with friendly neighborhood smiles, there are geniuses making new life here. Perhaps telling my secret treasures will make it a little harder to get my house as more congregate towards these ideals, but it is worth the tell. This ha been such a beautiful, fulfilling experience that I'm having when I went out on my adventure to in find my own art retreat. If I have my camera or my sketch pad, I am fed creativity like breath. I was only making my new start a grand adventure and it would seem, I found it.

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