“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
The images included in my gallery tell the story of Iowa farm life through my eyes. The scenes I’ve captured convey more than I could ever say using only pen and paper.
Preparing to Pounce. A big pile of maple leaves becomes an impromptu playground.
Dawn to Dusk. It’s finally quittin’ time for the 240.
Tassels at Twilight. The stunning scenes of harvest season.
Parked Power. The red giant stands still and silent at the end of the work day.
Nightfall. The sun dips down in the west, casting a golden glow over the field residue.
Tomorrow’s Task. Raised corn head snouts indicate tomorrow’s promise to capture the remaining corn crop.
Fence Row to Fence Row. Bountiful fields transform into bare countryside in the wake of the combine.
Peak Position. The extended auger signals the grain cart for another release.
Corn Collector. Remnants of corn kernals rest along the roller chains.
Gold Rush. ‘Bees wings’ fly up in a flurry as golden kernals free fall into the moving grain cart.
Nature’s Glory. Brilliant colors paint the October sky.
Awaiting Orders. A truck nicknamed ‘Monica’ stands idly by for the next load.
Last Glimpses. The last glimpses of daylight highlight the field’s rolling features.
All Hands on Deck. The combine pauses for a quick update from inside the cab.
Puuurfect Weather. A young kitten buries herself among the sunlit maple leaves.
Evening Approahces. The sun begins it’s descent, casting shadows in the open field.
Bent, but Unbroken. Illuminated by the fading sun, corn stalks reveal their crooked configurations.
Golden Harvest. A final beam of light reveals a golden sea of stalks and husks.
Ripe for the Pickin’. Leafy husks conceal cobs and kernals.
Kitty Catnap. Two kittens soak up the midafternoon sunshine.
Memories of the Past. A solitary corn crib echoes farming practices from long ago.
Standing Tall. The corn crop flutters in the shifting autumn breeze.
Jungle Cat. A feline friend follows through the corn rows.
Autumn Urgency. Corn from the stationary wagon spills into the hopper as it’s conveyed from the auger to the bin.
Stirring up Dust. In the distance, a semi hurries along the horizon, racing the setting sun to deliver a final load to the local elevator.
Blue Sunday Skies. The afternoon glow sets a striking scene.
Mud and Mother Nature. Traces of harvest’s battle with the forces of Mother Nature.
Home Sweet Home. Have a seat and stay a while.
Left Behind. A blanket of stover covers the fertile flatland.
Driver’s on your Mark. A team of semis assemble in the empty end rows.
Fall Fruit. A colorful assortment from the Banwart farm.
