In a lot of ways the Census job right now is a series of long, rambling drives in the countryside and I am enjoying that. Not so much, perhaps, the getting-out-of-the-car-into-the-heat parts, but some things can't be helped.
I am seeing so many different kinds of houses, falling-down shacks, old and new mobile homes, modern houses in many styles, McMansions (seriously, it was so big I would have thought it was an apartment complex except it was way the heck out in the middle of nowhere. Near the bison, in fact.) old four-square farm houses with wrap-around porches. But my favorites are the old stone houses. I don't even know why I like them so much, since they are inevitably boxes-with-windows, which I usually despise in modern architecture. I guess I am willing to forgive that in stone construction.
Speaking of stone, there are so many old dry-stone fences in Osage county. Granted, most are backed up by barbed wire nowadays, but large stretches are still in good repair. How anyone could get random shaped rocks to create a visually flat plane on the outer face is simply beyond me. I find them facinating.