This photo was taken on the same day as the previous photo. I was on the way to Backbone State Park and spotted this scene just outside the park, so I stopped to take a few shots.
There wasn’t any one thing that drew me. I cannot point to any single aspect that jumps out at me. It’s just the totality of the scene, in an overall sense. To be honest, it doesn’t necessarily inspire me, either, but it does scream “farm country”, and apparently several other people think so, too.
I posted this shot when I first started my website roughly a decade ago, when I hadn’t yet built up my portfolio of digital shots and I needed to put something up to fill out the website. Somewhat to my surprise, it has sold reasonably well. It sells mostly to native Iowans who now live out-of-state. They tell me it evokes a nostalgic-like feeling in them, and makes them long for “home”.
I can understand that. I have many photos of the Rio Vista Bridge in California and I certainly have nostalgic feelings there. Nostalgia makes us think of other times. Not necessarily better, but could be. We are the totality of our life’s experiences.
This photo has always been a favorite of both Missy and I. We took this about three years ago near McCallsburg, Iowa, in Story County. The image evokes kind of a nostalgic feel and nicely contrasts the old and the new. That and the quality and richness of colors is what makes it so appealing, I think. This photo is yet another example is stumbling onto something when you least expect it.
In our case, we had attended an all-day Toastmasters meeting in Ames. We chose to take an indirect route home, avoiding the main highway and using still-nice, but rural, county roads. Took longer, but we had the luxury of time, and we did purposely want to see new places both with photography in mind and simply just to see new things.
What’s strange, to me at least, is that in spite of how much we like this photo, we haven’t done much with it, and I cannot explain why. I’ve never put it up on my website for sale (that will change soon). I’ve never really displayed it, except a couple incidental publishings, and I think I entered it into a club contest once. This needs to go on my wall.
Right now, this is it. As you drive down the road, this is pretty much all you see. Corn and more corn and still more corn, as far as the eye can see, and taller than you are. It’s like being the short person at a general admission rock concert.
Not being a farm boy myself, I was somewhat shocked when I first moved here. The planting season is late, compared to what I was used to seeing on the west coast, and the corn starts out slow, then increases at a dramatic pace as the summer winds down.
Sweet corn near the end of summer is a BIG DEAL in these parts. You will see stands everywhere. Prices range from $3/dozen to $6/dozen, and quality is not consistent. There’s a place just outside Manchester that has fantastic quality sweet corn. They’re $5/dozen and well worth it.
Soon will come the harvest and the landscape will feel naked. And we’ll have to do it all again next year. I can’t wait!