Went for a gravel-road-run Sunday morning. I just had to get out. The Army bike was ready. As I rode around this area of rural Iowa . . . I saw lots of stuff. Influences. History. The ethanol plant is such a joke. It's good for employment - that's it. It stands alone - in the corn. Woods are coming down to make way for more corn. My Harley 45 snubs it's tail pipe at the plant - It can run on a mixture of diluted gasoline, naptha and water. Modern times are not always the best-of-times.
I dedicated my morning ride to a woman named Laura Seaton. She's buried in the Floyd Cemetery. She passed away on March 28th 1887. Age: 64 years, 8 Months, 18 Days. I'm sure she was quite a lady. I realized the importance of getting out and doing some things. She had a different life. Possibly a better life than we do?
5 comments:
Wow. You make Iowa look damn pretty...
I thought I was at coc for a second
Super stuff Noot, an almost Stephen King quality to the 'feel' in so me of the shots, cheers mate.
"Possibly a better life?"
I think yes. I would guess her life had more soul, passion, truth.
I speak of yesterday, while I quietly suffer tomorrow...
Nice post Noot.
Old graves really get the mind a thinking....in my mind I try to think historically what was going on when this person was born, what happened 20 years prior and years after the birth and death of the person...what inventions, wars, people, presidents, and what nots went down..cool I looked at this post shortly after it was put up but looked again and sparked a comment
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