I know, another random, out of place, photo. But it has meaning for today. Today we officially moved out of the house and into a new one. Today it was a little bit harder because it was official. Also the man who bought the house turned out to be real, pretentious, asshole who doesn’t deserve the place, but whatever. I ran across this photo recently. This is the view from my bedroom window, which I used to wake up to every morning. That sun shined on my bed every morning and occasionally the moon would light my room too. It has been the frame for a lot of photos. I have spent a lot of time looking, watching, dreaming, and thinking out this window. It’s a great view and I hope it will continue to be appreciated. I took one last look out that window today.
Today I was able to go home and see my mom. It was nice to be back, but also kind of sad. Our house is officially sold and she will be moving soon. I know I am away most of the time, but that house was home and it was hard to see things being packed up. I had to pack up part of my room also and it was weird. It is hard saying good bye to a place that has been home for years and where so many memories have taken place. The entire area holds memories. The fields, woods, and roads are home too. As we drove back from the new house where she will be moving we saw this burned up combine. It was a prototype that obviously failed quite badly. It was an interesting sight to see. And I sit here and try to form some profound connection between home and a burned combine and I can’t. This photo is just another photo of what I call home and what soon will not be home.
I want to give a huge shout to all the farmers!! Thank you!! The hours you put in, the physical labor you do. We don’t see all that is put into making sure there is successful crop & livestock growth for food and raw materials.
I’ve always enjoyed living in the country. The smell, the farms, the old barns, the cattle & horses. I love when the farmers harvest the fields this time of year! The smell of fresh soil, beans & corn.
The bulk of corn that is produced today is not for food production but more everyday items such as plastic, batteries, cosmetics, cough syrup & diapers to name a few. Most soybeans are processed for their oil as well as protein for the livestock feed industry, however they are also used for human consumption.
Next time you find yourself pissed off behind a tractor or semi, perhaps you should wave in thanks for all they do rather than speeding by in frustration.
Happened across this truck at an old farm house I’ve shot a few times, though I’ve never wandered back to investigate any more of the hidden gems. Should have. An old Chevy truck sat where the last person drove it, left it, in my mind a momentary moment. Keys in the ignition, windows down. I love moments frozen in history as to be continued any time.
Haha!! Soooo I’m out shooting sunset, shocker I know. My truck is pulled off the side of the road with the flashers on. Sometimes people stop to see if I need help, others just slowly drive by looking at me wondering what I’m doing squatting knee deep in a field of wild flowers. Anyhow, a car is making the turn and he begins to slow down. I realize its a clown. He stops and kinda laughs asking if I need help. I laugh back and thank him explaining I’m just shooting photos and ask if I can take his.
Its good to see there are still good, helpful, honest people that still walk this Earth. Thanks Klem!!
Watching the sun melt on a back country road with the sweet smell of corn and freshly turned soil.
Most don’t understand the satisfaction or the comfort I get when doing this. Nothing but freedom. You can keep your thoughts or go empty minded. There is too much to focus on when you have time and open roads.
I challenge you to try this one evening. Find some country roads, roll the windows down, get your favorite jams going and just drive.
It was one of those days. Good and bad mixed together. It was hard to say whether it was a good day or a bad day. Lots of shit on my mind. School, work, money, bills, life. But also the sky, a book, the corn, Her, fireworks, and laughter. I read a book by my favorite author and was happy and an hour later some thoughts that I wish I didn’t have, but I do have, creeped in again and darkened everything. Things I know I shouldn’t think, but I do anyway. I don’t think I can help it. It’s just me. These days come and go though. The day passes and you simply wish that tomorrow will have more good and less bad.
I happened upon this lone silo today and stopped to get a shot. And then I noticed the all the beautiful daylilies growing along the side of the fence. There were so many you couldn’t even see the fence. I absolutely love these flowers. They grow and bloom all over country roads throughout Indiana. And they are always orange (which happens to be my favorite color.) They are pretty enough to have their own picture but paired with a silo, I think it makes for a beautiful scene.
One of the best things about country roads in the summer, are the wild flowers that grow along the sides of the roads. Pink, Purple, White, Blue, Orange, and Yellow. Little beauties growing just for the sake of being alive. Untouched and unseen. I drive past them all the time. Today I had to stop and get a picture of some of them.
These big power lines run right next to one of my favorite abandoned houses. They cut right through the fields. I’ve shot them before. They make an interesting shot. They’ve always looked like giants to me. Tall wooden or steel giants holding the lines that feed the electric world we live in. There they stand, always on duty, braving whatever Indiana has to throw at them. Tall, silent and brave.