I Live In Kansas

What do you think of when you think of Kansas?

The Wizard of Oz? Tornadoes? Wheat? Cows? Sunflowers?

It’s probably something rural, though, right?

It might even be something just like this:

Or is that picture too hilly?

While there are some thing I really hate about living in Kansas (mostly the politics), on days like  today I really love it.

I commute to KU, usually taking one of the two small highways between Topeka and Lawrence instead of the interstate. Not because I don’t want to pay the toll, but because it is pretty. It is a treat to myself to admire the green hilliness for three-quarters of the year, and then watch the wheat grow up for colder quarter . These little highways also offer places to stop and take pictures. In people’s driveways. Illegally.

You can tell that the seasons are turning, because all the great, tall, green cornfields are straw-brown and the late summer weeds are outgrowing the dyeing cornstalks and the freshly baled hay.

These flowers were lining the highway on my entire drive today. They were the inspiration for the trespassing. I had to share them. These lovely little weeds are also taller than I am (about 5′ 5″).¬† They are bent down because the wind is blowing everything over. Despite the hills we have in Eastern Kansas, we have somehow managed to hang onto the prairie winds.

I am also an absolute sucker for earth tones. Greens and browns have my heart. but there is also no denying the impact of the accenting yellow of the flowers and the blue of the sky in photographs like this.

Isn’t it funny, how when you are standing in a field, you don’t even notice the power lines, but when you pull the photo of the scene up, there they are, front and center, reminding you that you do not live in a pretty Kansan morning vacuum?

I would have liked to take more pictures, and spent more time on them, but the reality is that I was trespassing, and since I could be fined for enjoying these folks’ roadside field, I tried to make it quick.

There’s that “No Trespassing” sign.

So maybe my photographs don’t clear up any misconceptions about living in Kansas. The fact that I live in an apartment complex and work in a local coffee shop and am a students doesn’t really help either. Those things are everywhere. And I know Kansas is not the only place in the country where the city lines blur with pastureland, but it’s one of the things I appreciate most. I can drive a few miles, and be in the middle of greenery and flowers. Or I can go a few more in either direction and be smack dab in the middle of two mid- to small-sized cities with any number of opportunities at my fingertips.

I find it really difficult to remember these sorts of things when I am bogged down with school work, to which my general attitude these days is “Is it May yet?” Or when I am typing a blog post in the Union cafeteria, because I am going to be at school all day long, and there is a guy behind me smacking his food so loudly that if he were standing in that field up there, it would echo. I get so caught up in the fact that I would rather be knitting or mixing some new colors in my kitchen. I want to figure out how represent the colors in the photographs above on yarn. The catch would be to translate them into colors people want to wear and not just a true representation of the photograph. I need to remember that there is time for all that, if I don’t get in too much of a hurry.

These are just some of the things that inspire me, and make me appreciate where it is I live. It helps me to remember that I am finishing my degree for a reason, and that I shouldn’t give in to the tunnel vision, which is something I do all too often.

This is my take-along image this week. What is inspiring you?

. . .And We’re Off!

Chances are, if you are here right now, you know me. You know me and are wondering what the heck dinosaurs have to do with my fiber obsession. The truth? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I just happen to be tripping over toy dinosaurs in my apartment constantly, because I have a four year-old son. He has been obsessed with dinos for half of his short little life. Plus, it’s fun. Little neon dinosaurs are fun, and they will be even more fun when I start dressing them up like sheep.

Now that we have established why you are here, it is time to tackle why I am. It’s simple: I am starting a business. I am going to sell yarn and roving and perhaps any number of other things. Patterns maybe. Certain services. There’s one catch though. Have you caught on to my tense yet? I’ll give you a hint: my tense communicates intention. It means that I will start a business, but I have not actually done so yes.

I mean, I have a name and an idea and most of a business model, but there are a few things I am sorely lacking: a degree, experience, an extrovert’s nature, a tax ID. You lucky folks are here to watch me learn, fail, panic, and eventually gain each and every one of the aforementioned and more. Then, on July 1st, 2011, I will officially be open for business.

It’s going to be an adventure.