Sunday, November 15, 2009
I've been meaning to share this pix and many others. The fields of corn across from my property. Many stages have passed since I captured this state. Seemingly impermeable in my mind. I've been watching the ladies dance and for some time it had been a magnificant chorus line as they took to the winds in unison and stretched arms and legs exquistitely. Now, they've been windblown stark dry and seem to be exhausted as their limbs are splayed in many directions. Across the street they've been harvested. Stunted lengths of ankles and knees will be subject to winter's harshness. I can now see the neighbors farm across the street. It must be time for new friends. I miss the old ones though.