Meadows, barren lands and derelict places always fascinate me. These places are not unique or special in the first glance. But when the air is dusty or foggy or when I am exposed to sandstorm, I feel as if standing at the lowest of the low, at the seabed or the ocean floor. The wilderness and the deserts have once been the seashores, seabed or ocean floor in the old ages. So were the trees, forests and meadows and plants. These seem to have sort of magic and charm with them. I imagine streets, people and animals in this atmosphere.