Windows down. Music on. Country breeze blowing through my hair. The smell of corn and wet soil. No one around, but those naturally intended.
This was shot on an old lot that held a home. At one time it was a home that housed a family, hopefully wrapped in love and memories. A place that no longer stands. All that’s left is the rubble of broken glass and bricks. An old swing tied in a tree. The sun melting deep in the back, surrounded in cornfields and stale life.
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.
Though I generally love storms it seems today’s has added emotion. My heart and emotions themselves have felt like a summer storm. Nothing I won’t be able to work through, but certainly nothing I want to be experiencing right now.
I was able to get this shot doing what I do best, driving & shooting. Some pretty gnarly clouds over the tracks in Pendleton IN.
Summer storms. Where it can be shining sun, torrential downpour, sun again, melting heat and when the rain hits the pavement its instant steam.
Its such a sweet smell. Rain on hot country roads. Wet soil. The smell of corn growing in the fields. The way the winds blow and bring those scents to you.
Sometimes I wish photography was scratch and sniff. So you could really feel the photo. This grabbed my attention. The reflection of the sun setting in the distance. The reflection of corn from the drowning field. It stopped me. A scene so beautiful, with so many smells and emotions, just washed up waiting for someone to carelessly drive through. Disrupting the beauty.
A change in the weather. Some gnarly clouds rolled through tonight. Thunderstorms remind me of so much. I love the smell of rain, the roll of thunder, the surprise of lightning, the ominous look the clouds hold and the breathe taking sky it creates after the madness. It is all simply so easing and beautiful.
Every year deadly storms rip through small towns or big cities. Lives are randomly chosen and lost. For those, we remember.
Shot over Giest Reservoir after the storm.
Spring time in Indiana. Its rains often and some pretty gnarly storms. I don’t mind though, as long as I’ve nothing to do and I can lay in bed or on the couch and enjoy them. The loud distant thunder, the pouring rain, the smell of hot wet pavement, how green everything looks after a rain and just the overall freshness it restores to the earth.
A favorite childhood memory was when we went out and played in the puddles after a hot summer rain. Guess that love followed me into adulthood 🙂
Memories are easier to hold onto rather than material gifts.
Shot this where I generally see the sun set, just after a storm!
I love night time. Its like another world. Everything looks different. More mysterious. The moon lights your way while twinkling stars watch from a far.
Its rained for a couple days now, almost like I’m in Seattle. They tell me it rains a lot there, I’ve never been 😉 During the summer when its warm and the pavement is hot and it rains, Best. Smell. Ever! Tonight reminded me of this. Not to mention all the crawlers, I wanted to call a good friend, grab some beers & poles and hit the closet pond.