Welcome to The Heartland Album

As The Heartland Album evolves, the associated photos will be added to those essays which were published.

Caveman
It was a good cave. It had a nice high ceiling. The floor was flat and sloped gently toward the opening.
A crack in the rock slab had caused the floor to buckle slightly and it had settled down to form a gentle
channel leading from the sacred inner parts of the cave to the opening.

Fall
Autumn schleps. Long shadows sneak up. The green canopy of summer turns red and orange and yellow.
Screaming colors sift down to become a crunchy carpet covering the patio.

Fountains
On hot days kids play in them. Adults move to the downwind side to be enveloped in their spray.
Cities brag about them.  What If your eye could see the fountain at a 2000th of a second? In a photograph you can.
In a photograph you can see  a fountain in a way you never imagined in the fourth dimension of time.

Phonelog
Our old fashioned telephone answering machine can tell us only relatively how many phone messages await us.

Porches
Look at the houses on the south side of the street! All of the porches are on the left - the East.
Look at the houses on the north side of the street! All of the porches are on the right - the East.

The Chief
The men of the village returned early from their hunt. Game was plentiful and they had taken a good sized deer.
A young boy in the party was limping in with a skinned knee.

The Club
Then comes the eternal question. What's the real purpose of the birdbath? Is it a place where they drink their
bath water or where they bathe In their drinking water?

Windmill
When I was a kid I would climb the windmill on my uncle's farm near Marceline. It was like climbing the Eiffel Tower.
It seemed to go straight up forever. There was the 1910 farm house way off to the north. Over the rise to the south
was the Santa Fe Railroad.