Beyond our vision, the fields of the Midwest are waking up. Farmers are getting ready for the growing season.
Time to put those long-laid plans into play. The equipment that has long lain idle will see some use . . .
on lands that have been cultivated for many, many years.
It’s a pleasure to see the dormant fields being tended again, to see the rectangles turn green with a careful geometry of seed imposed.
Every foot of the monotonous but fertile landscape has received careful study, the fields curving around favorite trees and troublesome gullies.
When the farmers’ work is done, there is respite to be found in the nearby forests and peaceful streams.
I imagine these sandbars are a good place to be.
My route home was dotted with many such scenes. I love the building types that are peculiar to the country. The silos, balloon-frame houses, old barns collapsing. Corn cribs now rare. A cluster of forms that spells work and home, all in one.
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My life is a jumble of places, which shows in my photography. There are whole genres of pictures having to do with different spheres of my life, adding up to a fractured geography. There are pictures of my home life in a city apartment, pictures of a vacation house in the Michigan woods, pictures of a farm my husband owns, tame pictures of a city that’s really wild, pictures of the places I’ve lived, and far-flung places my friends and family live now. More
After two wonderful years of harvests, our farmers have had a tough time of it this year. The sun shone on them . . . too much. The rains came . . . too little. Now the outcome that experts were predicting has come to pass: endless fields of corn with very low yield. Here you can see More