What does this photograph say to you? To me it says "home". These proud beacons of the prairie, the few that remain standing, call to me in my dreams and bid me to return.
I wonder if as we grow older, and perhaps wiser, something within us awakens and amidst the clamor of our day-to-day lives enables us to hear a whisper that calls us back to a simpler time. A slower time. The place where we began.
As our lifestyle changes to fit our circumstances does something within us protest, causing physical aches and pains that are a manifestation of the discomfort we feel at not being in the place where we belong?
Can an attachment to a place be as important as it feels? Is it nostalgia or is it something more? Is it really true that "you can't go home again"?
What do you think?