We woke up early and put on our dress pants. I borrowed a thermos from my parents pantry and poured in an extra cup of coffee with some half and half. Driving east in the middle of an Iowa March is a flat experience. The land goes on for miles in every direction, with empty fields awaiting their spring assignments. It is the brownest time of year. Even still, I find myself wanting to video record the predictable pattern (farm, field, farm, field, farm) out my window. There is something comforting about it.
Please schedule more pop ups!!