My mantra has always been that flatness has no positive beauty--it is only an evil absence of the beauty of mountains. But I'll dial back these thoughts a bit after a beautiful drive we took through a bit of the flat midwest at sunset last weekend. You know the rays of light that break through the clouds? Well, we saw about a thousand rays of light breaking through the clouds for miles and miles, spreading from left to right, from close to far away. It was a vast and striking picture of great beauty.
And after that, we had about twenty minutes of sunset--the sun was sinking slowly and the colors were gradually and constantly changing from orange to pink. Against the sun, trees and barns and houses were silhouetted--it looked like pictures I've seen of Africa at sunset. It was incredible--you couldn't take your eyes away or you'd miss part of the grandeur. (I wasn't driving at the time.)