Yesterday I drove from Lexington to Louisville along the Bluegrass Parkway. It was mile after mile of picturesque, bucolic, pastoral scenery, on what had to be the most beautiful day of the year. It is impossible to have gloomy thoughts while making this drive on a day like that.
How can one ponder the human condition when the day is perfect?
How can a writer let his imagination wander to the struggles of mankind when the grass is so green?
Writers need the the grit of the dark alley.
Writers need the longing promise of the empty train platform.
Writers at least need some rain, or run-down barns, or the crusty old farm hand thinking about his past.
There’s another part of Kentucky – eastern Kentucky – that’s ripe for stories. But not this stretch of highway.
Photo Credit: Walt Roycraft. The photo is the property of GRW, my employer. The architects of GRW design, among other things, equine facilities. This is the site of one of our projects, the Adena Springs Horse Farm in Paris, Kentucky. Very much like the scenery I passed on my way to Louisville.