PRAIRIE BALES, Acrylic on Panel, 12x12”, ©2018 Jim Musil
When I was young, our family would drive across these prairies to go visit our relatives a couple states away. It takes most of the day to get across the width of South Dakota and I would ride by myself in the back of our old pickup truck that had been outfitted with a topper and a makeshift bed. Wildly unsafe by today's standards, right? Still, those long hours laying there looking out at this endless sea of grass had a huge impact on me. I used to imagine that these hay bales that dot the fields were like houses for some creatures that we couldn't see. Actually, I still think that, but I don't tell anyone. Enjoy!