Hay Bales

For as far as the eye can see, fields of potatoes and hay cover the plains of Idaho.

Square bales of straw remind of Judd's aluminum boxes.

This novel landscape is a welcome change from the hills I see outside my windows in LA.

In the late afternoon we floated on inner tubes down the Henry's Fork.

The air was warm,

 but the cold river numbed my arms and hands as we steered the tubes from harm's way.

Post dinner, a thunderous storm moved through pelting

the earth with cold droplets and lighting the sky with electric bolts.