September in the Flint Hills of Kansas: Light

The light is everything. the Morning light is sublime; the evening light is divine. The cats serve as painter's muse; the farm brush is painter's ecstacy.

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Thinking About Japan here in the Flint Hills

It is a small connected Globe. I cannot stop thinking of the Japanese people, many of whom are cut off from media and have little idea of all that is happening.
Is anyone coming to help us with water, food, has the earthquake hit tokyo, are we alone? Some may have No Idea what is happening for the past days.
Our students here, how are they coping?
Sadness.

The Flint Hills help me realize how close we all are.

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Cat say, I want winter to be over!

What a rough life.