Saturday, June 30, 2012

"Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come"

    My father grew up on a small farm in Kansas. Fortunately he joined the Navy, saw California, and decided it would be a better place to live.  Our family made many cross-country road trips back to the farm to visit his parents and sister, and a couple of times my brother, sister and I were sent back on our own (a 5 hour flight during which we were allowed to enter the cockpit to meet the pilots and  receive a pair of wings - pilot wings for Mike and stewardess wings for me & Judy). 
   I journeyed back on my own this time (still 5 hours of flying plus a layover, but locked out of the cockpit, and no wings, just a tiny bag of peanuts) to see my aunt who is now 94. On previous trips I have photographed fields of corn, sunflowers, lightening strikes, and HUGE farm equipment with my Nikon.  This trip I only took my iPhone.  (If only my arms were a little longer, our heads wouldn't look so big.)
The sunsets in Kansas are different than those around here.  Because the land is flat, you can see the sun all the way to the horizon, and it is a GIGANTIC, burning orb.  I processed this iPhoto in Snapseed & then Painteresque, and include it here because the sign so resembled the real thing.
With a heat index of 105 every day (still 99 degrees at sunset), 
I truly appreciated my father's move to California.


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