Laowai

I'm finding more and more that morning is the best of summer. I get up and go right outside when the day is fresh. I drink my coffee and think and putter in my garden. Later the day is like the whole of summer – too much to handle – too much heat. I've been reading Willa Cather's O Pioneers! again. I wanted to read her beautiful descriptions of the land once more. And then I came across some old photography by a woman named Lora Webb Nichols. She lived in Wyoming and she took photos in the 1920s and 30s and I am captivated by them. I've been going back to the web sites to examine the women and their clothes and their expressions. I read Lonesome Dove earlier this summer and I loved it. There seems to be a Western theme happening here. 

“Carl sat musing until the sun leaped above the prairie, and in the grass about him all the small creatures of day began to tune their tiny instruments. Birds and insects without number began to chirp, to twitter, to snap and whistle, to make all manner of fresh shrill noises. The pasture was flooded with light; every clump of ironweed and snow-on-the-mountain threw a long shadow, and the golden light seemed to be rippling through the curly grass like the tide racing in.”
― Willa Cather, O Pioneers!

What will I read next? I think I must go walk through a prairie and find out.