One of the funny things about living in New York City and thinking that it’s the greatest place is that I’m still constantly jealous of photographers who live in the middle of nowhere and get to photograph that instead. The moment I step out of the car and onto my family farm back in Ohio, I’m ready to hit the fields with my camera. When I got home at the end of last month, my poor dad had to come out to the cornfield and accost me to get some attention. Of course it only took leaving to make me appreciate what I spent the first twenty-five years of my life surrounded by.
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One of my biggest regrets is not going to school in the mid-west. I’d love to talk about your previous life on a farm and all of the college football games you likely didn’t go to someday.
Katie,
It takes real talent to make pictures of corn and soybeans look artistic!
Those are the prettiest fuzzy pea-pods ever!
Gorgeous! Fall is pretty here, but not as pretty as it is further north.
You know how I feel about barns? Corn fields fall in that category too. And that third photo down looks like a bunch of caterpillars have gathered for a meeting. That lighting is stunning!
These pictures remind me of the Sting song, “Fields of Barley”. I know this isn’t barley, but there’s still that ‘fields of gold’ thing going on.
Guess I belabored my point. Sorry.
You’re an artist. Words and pictures. xoxo
These photos are gorgeous, but the lovely haziness makes me want to take a nap. I especially love the corn photos.