This Happened Here: Wonders…
I’m a fan of a phenomenon that I don’t believe has a name, though maybe my long-winded German ancestors had a word for it. Let’s call it “awe at surprise rural architectural gems.” For instance, I once accepted a farmer’s invitation to visit his sculpture garden. Should I have said yes and gotten into his truck? Probably not. However, would I then not have gotten to see an actual Stonehenge of ancient twelve-foot-tall hand-carved rocks he’d imported from the South Pacific to install on his Iowa hilltop? Almost certainly yes.