Well I've been to Iowa. And I know some damn fine Iowans. But I'm fairly certain it's no paradise.
I'm not one for too much certainty in life so maybe I'm down with the partly cloudy description. The picture books do seem to suggest it.
And again, I'm not one who's too big on certainty. I don't really know what's going to happen tomorrow much less in the hereafter. I very nearly minored in theology in college and really all that taught me was that religion is messed up. If there is a god - that's one seriously confused supreme being we've got ourselves. That or one incredibly certain supreme being who's just being dick for fun. Or something else entirely. I really don't know. I prefer the confused route. Anyway...
There's this other thing
I don't often "name" my pictures. Because that seems too much like thinking they're actual like "art" or something. It's taking myself entirely too seriously. I'm not really down with that. I start... I don't know, it gets weird, I don't like it.
However... If I did name my pictures, I would probably call these "Heaven One through Five"
Because seriously - if I got to pick. If I were the supreme being (confused, certain and just being a dick for fun, or whatever) and I got to make the call. This is exactly what it would look like. Baseball fields with corn in the outfield are nice. You know I like a catch with my dad. Gates made of pearl sound really nice too. Hell, I even like harp music most of the time. Give me the lake any day of the week. I'll take it. That's fuckin Heaven.