Farmers, Ranches, Green Fields, Artists

Enchanted by the beautiful countryside, I went to drive inside little roads that lead me straight to horses peeking off the wired fences. Cows sitting, yawning, grazing.

I stood very close to the fence. A horse walked toward me in some unknown anticipation, looked me in the eye. When I did nothing, he walked away.

I stopped by little canal, over the bridge. Some cyclers went past me in speed. There wasn't anyone there visible for miles. Except for birds sitting on electric wires on top of me.

Then I stopped at the entrance of a field. Went into the field. Kept on walking on the undulating terrain which was strewn with fallen grass, weeds, and impressed by tractor, car tire prints.

I reached a group of farmers. Asked them can I hang out in your fields? They happily said yes. I watched them sow plants, using their little shovels.

Then I saw around. Felt puny in the middle of a big field. A big tree stood at distance.

Then I came back home. Went to annual artist festival in Kirkland on the mothers day weekend. Several artists were painting their pictures on the water front. It felt great talking with them and watch them paint.

Then I went to see an art gallery. The artist's work was amazing. The only thing I could say to myself is that the power of imagination makes us infinite.