Decrepit Old Fool

Could be.  To me it provokes contemplation.  I look at that flat prairie and imagine a mile of ice on it.  I think of weird pleistocene mammals and before that the cambrian sea full of critters I’ve only seen in fossils… and the aquifer surrounding those fossils a hundred fifty feet below the road.  I imagine the interconnected complexity of agriculture, communication, lines of supply, small restaurants and churches supporting the social network of people who make it happen.  I visualize the turbulent physics of wind over what gentle hills do remain, leaving four inches of snow with corn stubble sticking out on the windward side, and ten-foot drifts on the leeward.  How do they calculate average snowfall from that?  I watch deer and think about the ecology that supports them, from tiny insects and mice to eagles and hawks above riding updrafts on hot summer days.  I just look down the road, knowing people drive back and forth on it, weaving a fabric of human purpose under the starry sky.

But none of those things are incompatible with loneliness.

Lot going on in the prairie.

Oh, yes, L>T, the scenery is much like FARGO.
Actually, when our oldest son and I went to see the movie, when the guy was driving across the landscape, we both could relate to the monotony.

I wouldn’t know about the murder and mayhem.  Then again, there is a guy in Michigan waiting to get extradition back to here for killing his girlfriend the other day.
Perhaps a movie does reflect real life.