Did you catch my wink?

“Not marketing is like winking at a pretty girl in the dark. You know what you are doing, but she has no idea.” Love that quote and love how it makes sense that a business has to let people know what they are doing. So now that the marketing materials have been chosen, we are headed back to Omaha to fly home. Since the flight wasn’t until 5:30 we decided to go home through Lincoln to see the University of Nebraska and the capital of this state. Several of my favorite people are from Lincoln, so I was eager to see their stomping grounds. Ken and Sandy come to have me photograph their family every year and Ken most often has on a Nebraska sweater for the picture. Before too many minutes he is looking for “ his friend, Gary”, and before long they are talking Husker/Horn football. What nice people!!! What great children! You will hear more “mams” and “sirs” in a minute from those well-mannered and loveable children. So I was excited to call them and tell them where we were.


We drove through the Nebraska countryside taking pictures of calming vistas. The repetition of the hay bales was gorgeous and I am sure that I stumbled on an Andrew Wyeth painting inspiration. Most images were taken from the car since we were running low on gas, but I managed to get Gary to stop at one inspiring sight. While I was photographing this ramshackle old house and leaning shed, Dan, the owner and a father of six, came rushing up on his four-wheeler to see what we were doing. After I assured him that I did not have bad intentions and told him that I was in love with Nebraska, he was so delightful. He has children from age 26 years down to a 5 year old. His smile was infectious. I told him how to find my blog and I hope he is reading this. I think it is interesting how people come into your life that make a big impression in a short amount of time.





We left Dan and his ramshackle house and shed behind (Dan also owned a very nice looking farmhouse a little way down the road), found a gas station and headed on to the Interstate leading to Lincoln. But before we could figure out what happened, we had not taken the wrong turn but had not taken a turn at all and missed the exit for Lincoln and were half way back to Omaha. So Lincoln will have to wait until the next Nebraska visit.

I was struck by the contrast of the sights in Nebraska and the sights out the window of the plane in our Chicago layover and our arrival in Houston. We weren’t in Nebraska anymore.






Joys ahead,

Cindy