Started a saudade tag a while back, and just found this in the Sneezing Cow archives:
Made it to Wichita. That’s quite a stretch there, driving down from Lincoln. Lots of time to think. Lots of weatherbeaten farm buildings. Windblown farmsteads always make me yearn. You wonder about the history, about the days when that siding was fresh-painted, when the barn stood straight, long before the four concrete lanes plowed through. I think what I was feeling was saudade. In Truck: A Love Story, I write about saudade as it relates to my feelings upon viewing the original version of this image in the Whitney Museum of American Art.