In my novel, Dakota Blues, I talk about Karen visiting her mother’s farmland. This is a picture of the land that inspired me. My own mother’s farm, the one she grew up on and almost starved during the Great Depression, is on the left side of the road. All that is left is the windbreak of trees. What memories those trees must have! If you were to drive closer you would see a slope in the left foreground, down to a “crick”. There was a barn and vegetable garden down there, too. Such rich history! What must it be like for my mother, to be one of only 3 surviving siblings who remember living there!