As we cruised across central Kansas on Interstate 70, I soaked in the bucolic scene outside the passenger window. A weathered wood barn and old-style wind mill nestled in a green pasture where cattle lazily grazed. In contrast, the view out the driver window was crisp and edgy. Fields of yellow canola and rust-tufted sorghum painted stripes of brilliant color on the slope. Towering wind turbines studded the hilltop as far as the eye could see. Their massive blades gleamed in the afternoon sun. Out in the middle of Kansas, a mere four-lane highway separated traditional and high-tech farming, yesteryear and tomorrow.
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