These rows of corn, slightly curvy, undulating in the late, luscious light of day, run a fairly consistent parallel with this Iowa country road.
55th Avenue Bridge
Road Trippin’ in Warren County
The Grass is Greener on the Outside
I was drawn to these hay bales partly due to their proximity to the country back road I travelled on tonight as well as to how they were positioned there, the three larger ones with the baby close by, nestled beneath some trees at the entrance to a wide open field. Later, when I uploaded the photos to my computer, I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed all that grass growing on the surface, poking through the mesh that holds these larger cylindrical bales of hay together.
It made me smile.
Geometry
The late day sun casts long shadows off the High Trestle Trail bridge in central Iowa.
33rd & Fillmore
A favorite bike trail crossing of mine on the Great Western Trail is just a few yards off of this gravel road intersection. It’s a good stopping point to tip back our water bottles, compare notes on the ride and turn back to the trailhead where our vehicle awaits us.
Central Iowa gravel roads are a twisting, turning maze of this way and that. I’m never quite sure where the highway is to take me home again but that’s part of the adventure when I’m on a photo expedition. Finding this particular intersection – 33rd Avenue and Fillmore – has eluded me for weeks.
Until now.
I was delighted a few nights ago to stumble onto a not-yet-travelled strip of gravel with gorgeous old barns, windmills and fields of cattle. While I had yet to find anything that caught my photographic eye that evening, I did make a happy discovery: the 33rd Avenue road sign. Could this be it? I drove along for a mile or two and there it was. I’d found it.
I was further thrilled another quarter mile or so to come across an old single-lane bridge. The road was lined by swamp and deep woods on either side. When I exited my car to snap a few photos, I had to make it quick as the mosquitoes – late in the evening as it was – were literally out for blood, aghast (or perhaps thrilled?) at my intrusion.
It was a successful outing. I’d found a bridge to photograph and more importantly, my elusive intersection was elusive no more.
The Filling Station
Sugar cones stacked and ready, shot through the window of an old gas station refurbished for summer treats, waiting to be filled with ice cream for patrons hankering for something cold and sweet.
At Least, I Think It Still Has an Engine…
Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath My Feet
This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath Your Feet is right up (?) my alley. Some of my favorite shots are photos I’ve taken while deep in thought, looking down at the ground!










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