Matthew Lyle Landsman

Good morning all. I can see the sun making its debut for the day beyond the eastern horizon. Life is already stirring in the steady flow of traffic heading to the Hanford projects…I scarcely envy them that daily grind…As for me, I head in the opposite direction and journey through a place largely untouched by time. I embrace the small towns and large farms, pastures hosting cattle and horses with bounding young colts nursing and testing wobbly legs.
I can’t help but notice the dwindled numbers of barns and humble old homes being called back to the earth from where their materials came…It is sad to see the empty patch of ground with barely a hint of foundation left. And one feels a twinge when the reminders of lives spent there so long ago, fade into memory as nature reclaims what was truly hers all along. The desert has a way of covering the tracks of others…
I hope all of you have a good day…and even though this is the middle of the week, don’t wish the next three days away…they could be the best days of all, if you just give them a chance to matter. Be well, Matthew