This day was a sunny ride through farmland. I rode Hwy’s 4, 14 and 136 from Beatrice to Alma, which is about half way across Nebraska, then a short ride south on Hwy 183 across the state line to Phillipsburg, Kansas. It was a joy to cruise along at my preferred speed of about 50 mph, taking in the sights and thinking about things. The only issue was finding 91 octane gasoline. There were long stretches of road where the towns either didn’t have a service station, of if there was a station, it only had 87 octane gas. Fortunately, the red two gallon spare gas can you see in so many pictures was enough to get us through. Barely.
A Gage County building, Sunday morning in Beatrice, Nebraska
Back in the land of the center-pivot…these things make me happy. It’s almost like they are alive, with personality.
I’ve learned that grain transport and storage is its own industry. Here are Farmers Cooperative and Cargill storage facilities. There is so much grain right now that it is common to see it stored outdoors on the ground.
I like to take pictures of decrepit and abandoned buildings, not because they have failed, but because they depict the passage of time and add perspective to our lives.
I was lucky when I arrived at Phillipsburg to come upon a junk yard of discarded railroad, farming and other industrial equipment. It kept me occupied for a while.
I’m a fan of boxcar art. I saw a program once about the artists, who frequently have never met one another but recognize each others work. They will sit and watch trains hoping to see artists they recognize, or to learn of new artists.
My evening walk…