I am fortunate to live in a picturesque rural area still populated by working farms. I love to take photographs of the landscape in every season, but the changing light and lengthening shadows of fall make for more interesting photographs. Here there are beautiful shots around almost every bend of the road.

I am particularly fond of seeing hay bales gathered in the fields, an army assembled for one single purpose. It is a sight that takes me back to my childhood, recalling both the pleasures and pains of feeding our cattle and horses through the messy Missouri winters. I loved climbing up on top of their round, rough forms, their damp, grassy smell, and feeling as if I was, if only for a moment, on top of the whole wide world.