Day three we find sadness in the walk

We walk west from home. In we go into a type of rural landscape that often appears a beautiful patchwork of different soft & vibrant shades of green when driving by. Close up, alongside the road they reveal themselves to be massive amounts of acreage planted with mono crops. Out here the crops are mostly grasses for hay and wheat, with occasional early plantings of peas, or lettuce covering the remaining farm land. The landscape has lost its Voice out here. We walk for miles in silence, grounding ourselves, listening hard. Nothing speaks.
We start making art installations to stem our sadness at being so alone out here. To animate the lonely landscape.
Here is--lost boot: