On the one hand, the steeple of the old white country church rises above bean and corn fields like a lighthouse on a rock above the beating waves.
Meanwhile, occupants of the churchyard bear silent witness to the families gathered under the eaves on Sundays like chicks gathered under a hens wings.
Showing posts with label Iowa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iowa. Show all posts
Saturday, May 26, 2012
On a Green Sea
Wind whispers through pines
Humble, unobtrusive, yet full and constant and massive, like the ocean surf.
Rolling prairie hills and heavy air and low clouds further play out the maritime feel.
But the song of the red winged back bird, while mournful has a hope and affection that no gull or albatross ever offer.
Humble, unobtrusive, yet full and constant and massive, like the ocean surf.
Rolling prairie hills and heavy air and low clouds further play out the maritime feel.
But the song of the red winged back bird, while mournful has a hope and affection that no gull or albatross ever offer.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Two-Way Highway; above and below, ahead and behind
Coming toward me
to my left and below
is a tractor wind-rowing
the hay in the ditch
beside the road
to my right and above
is a crop duster spraying
the corn in the field
beside the road
Spreading out before me
off into the distance
the lines of the road
converge
to my right
the road signs
get smaller and smaller
and the wall of corn,
high and mighty.
deep green below
and yellow tassels above
get shorter and shorter
closer to town
a cautions doe
peeks her head out
from behind a curtain of green
thinking about
taking a leap of faith
right out in front of me
to my left
the telephone poles
seem to get closer together
further out ahead of me
and shorter and shorter
so that there are some you could
imagine climbing without too much trouble
and even some you could almost
lean against or play leapfrog over
fairly easily
a Swainson's hawk
soars in figure-eights
back and fourth
ahead and behind of me
until it settles on a fence post
for a rest
only to be
buzzed
and shouted at
by sparrows and starlings
a red-winged black bird
dances against the ocean swells of green soy
and an eastern meadowlark sings
the city is behind me
and the village is ahead
the day is behind me
and the evening is ahead
work is behind me
and home is coming up
just ahead
to my left and below
is a tractor wind-rowing
the hay in the ditch
beside the road
to my right and above
is a crop duster spraying
the corn in the field
beside the road
Spreading out before me
off into the distance
the lines of the road
converge
to my right
the road signs
get smaller and smaller
and the wall of corn,
high and mighty.
deep green below
and yellow tassels above
get shorter and shorter
closer to town
a cautions doe
peeks her head out
from behind a curtain of green
thinking about
taking a leap of faith
right out in front of me
to my left
the telephone poles
seem to get closer together
further out ahead of me
and shorter and shorter
so that there are some you could
imagine climbing without too much trouble
and even some you could almost
lean against or play leapfrog over
fairly easily
a Swainson's hawk
soars in figure-eights
back and fourth
ahead and behind of me
until it settles on a fence post
for a rest
only to be
buzzed
and shouted at
by sparrows and starlings
a red-winged black bird
dances against the ocean swells of green soy
and an eastern meadowlark sings
the city is behind me
and the village is ahead
the day is behind me
and the evening is ahead
work is behind me
and home is coming up
just ahead
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Tractor virgin's first harvest
My brother-in-law Mark was up for the weekend to help with harvest and asked if I was game for becoming his "Jedi Padawan-Apprentice Learner." Guess after living in Iowa for 10 years it was about time I pitched in. For those of you not from Iowa, consider this photo essay a quick lesson in harvesting corn.
The transfer- This is easiest when you can just park and let the combine empty his tank into your wagon. One of the biggest challenges was learning how to drive along side the combine and let him empty-on-the-go. I have a whole new respect for pilots of refueling tankers! "Too close, no no no, too far, slow down, hurry up hurry up, now ya got it, easy, easy..."
This experience REALLY made me see why Iowa farmers played such a vital role in the armed forces in WWII, they're pilots, mechanics, machinists, and engineers all at once. They coordinate their movements and constantly judge spacial relationships. These guys are all about efficacy. Red necks deserve our respect.
Hauling grain for farmers is hard in the daylight with steep hills, terraces, and mazes through the corn- but in the dark, everything is harder to judge and difficult to find. I slipped out of gear a couple of times, had to pop it into gear a few times, popped a few wheelies, started rolling down a hill and had a near miss with the combine at least once. I have a whole new respect not just for farmers and haulers, but for guys that run tractor pulls too. But most of all, I have a lot more respect for my father-in-law and how he doesn't like to keep harvesting much past dark where lots of other farmers keep going all night. It's a bear, lemme tell ya.
This maneuver is called the "double-cross." It is rare and a bad sign. It's when two combines need to unload into the same wagon. This night it happened because it took me 4 passes to line up my wagon with the auger- it was a narrow bath between bins. Meanwhile, my nephew and his cousin were having trouble with the ignition on the other tractor and couldn't back out from the other bin/auger.
Mark empties the gravity-wagon into the auger. This wagon holds 440 bushels. That's 14,080 Quarts to we laymen. 42 lbs per bushel is about average according to ask.com, Mark said this was approximately 50 lb per bushel. Either way, each wagon load is around 10 TONS of corn.
The transfer- This is easiest when you can just park and let the combine empty his tank into your wagon. One of the biggest challenges was learning how to drive along side the combine and let him empty-on-the-go. I have a whole new respect for pilots of refueling tankers! "Too close, no no no, too far, slow down, hurry up hurry up, now ya got it, easy, easy..."
This experience REALLY made me see why Iowa farmers played such a vital role in the armed forces in WWII, they're pilots, mechanics, machinists, and engineers all at once. They coordinate their movements and constantly judge spacial relationships. These guys are all about efficacy. Red necks deserve our respect.
Hauling grain for farmers is hard in the daylight with steep hills, terraces, and mazes through the corn- but in the dark, everything is harder to judge and difficult to find. I slipped out of gear a couple of times, had to pop it into gear a few times, popped a few wheelies, started rolling down a hill and had a near miss with the combine at least once. I have a whole new respect not just for farmers and haulers, but for guys that run tractor pulls too. But most of all, I have a lot more respect for my father-in-law and how he doesn't like to keep harvesting much past dark where lots of other farmers keep going all night. It's a bear, lemme tell ya.
This maneuver is called the "double-cross." It is rare and a bad sign. It's when two combines need to unload into the same wagon. This night it happened because it took me 4 passes to line up my wagon with the auger- it was a narrow bath between bins. Meanwhile, my nephew and his cousin were having trouble with the ignition on the other tractor and couldn't back out from the other bin/auger.
Mark empties the gravity-wagon into the auger. This wagon holds 440 bushels. That's 14,080 Quarts to we laymen. 42 lbs per bushel is about average according to ask.com, Mark said this was approximately 50 lb per bushel. Either way, each wagon load is around 10 TONS of corn.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
I don't know beans
She wants to be a farmer. I wonder about that because she'd rather read or cook or play video games than rake or weed or clean. I tell her that if she's serious she has to downright nag her grandfather into letting her tag along with him and learn and help. But we keep her busy. There's 4H and piano lessons and confirmation and the counselor on Thursday nights.
Besides her cousin who's a year and a half older is always out at the farm. He's a boy and has always been out at the farm his whole life. I don't want to be sexist and think that she can't farm just because she's a girl. Girls can farm. But I'm a suburban "city slicker" transplant myself, I know exactly squat about farming. Whereas my nephew was pretty much bred and intentionally conditioned, even programmed deliberately for farming. That was his father's heart and very soul. If it's not his destiny to fulfill his father's dreams, we will all be bewildered.
So I feel somewhat inadequate when it comes to helping this 10 year old girl attain her own dream of someday becoming a farmer. Sometimes I can write it off as inconsequential because how many "dreams" do little kids have. When I was seven I wanted to be a farmer, and a cowboy, and a fireman, a baseball player and a rock star. Surely next week she'll want to be an astronaut or a veterinarian or something else, right? Except that she's said that she wants to be a farmer when she grows up for almost two years now.
Am I being sexist? Am I being a realist? It's difficult to make a living as a family farmer, nearly impossible. Female farmers are not unheard of, but they certainly are rare. Would that make it more of an uphill battle? Do I want to encourage her or protect her from potential failure? Is that like the parents who discouraged their daughters from becoming lawyers and scientists because those were male dominated fields? Would it be like the parent that doesn't think of themselves as racist, but would discourage their child from marrying someone with a different skin color because they know the racism and opposition that they will have to endure from society as a couple?
I don't know. I just know that I can't help her because I don't even know how to drive a tractor, let alone use one to pull a gravity wagon, let alone operate a combine. I am virtually clueless when it comes to markets and yields and moisture tests and using augers to load grain into bins.
But I knew that her younger two sisters and both of her cousins had gotten to ride along with my father-in-law in his combine this fall, as well as in tractors with various uncles and cousins. And I knew that she was due.
But we would be late. I lost track of time at school and had completely forgotten that I needed to pick her up from church after Confirmation class. I picked her up 20 minutes late. They told us that the men were working at the "upper place." I've lived here for nine years and I still don't remember where that is.
I drove into a field uphill from my in-law's farm. Empty, and bare. They were done here. Obviously, "upper" must not mean up-hill, it must mean East or North. I headed for another farm which I knew he rented, on the other side of the town's cemetery.
I didn't get to the end of the section, I turned North a mile too soon. It was dark and I only ever go there maybe twice a year.
When I had gotten half way up the lane I knew it was the wrong place because the combines were red instead of green.
I felt embarrassed and just started backing up instead of coming onto the place and turning around. That's when one wheel dipped onto the grass on the edge of the culvert and we were stuck. All we could do is spin, just like snow.
Fortunately the farmer had a chain and pulled us out. But, by the time we finally made it to the right bean field they were done.
So first Grace was scared because it was dark and we were lost and then stuck. Now she was ticked because she got gypped out of her ride with her Grandpa. I hate it when she cries. Oh well, there's sure plenty of corn to harvest, kid.
I just hope that either we can somehow give her what she'll need to make her dreams come true, or that she'll catch some other dream. Meanwhile, I wish I could afford a four-wheel drive vehicle and I should really consider asking for a GPS device for Christmas. And meanwhile she need to continue to work on her grades at school so that she can go to college someday, whether she ends up farming or not. One thing's for sure, I don't know beans about it.
Besides her cousin who's a year and a half older is always out at the farm. He's a boy and has always been out at the farm his whole life. I don't want to be sexist and think that she can't farm just because she's a girl. Girls can farm. But I'm a suburban "city slicker" transplant myself, I know exactly squat about farming. Whereas my nephew was pretty much bred and intentionally conditioned, even programmed deliberately for farming. That was his father's heart and very soul. If it's not his destiny to fulfill his father's dreams, we will all be bewildered.
So I feel somewhat inadequate when it comes to helping this 10 year old girl attain her own dream of someday becoming a farmer. Sometimes I can write it off as inconsequential because how many "dreams" do little kids have. When I was seven I wanted to be a farmer, and a cowboy, and a fireman, a baseball player and a rock star. Surely next week she'll want to be an astronaut or a veterinarian or something else, right? Except that she's said that she wants to be a farmer when she grows up for almost two years now.
Am I being sexist? Am I being a realist? It's difficult to make a living as a family farmer, nearly impossible. Female farmers are not unheard of, but they certainly are rare. Would that make it more of an uphill battle? Do I want to encourage her or protect her from potential failure? Is that like the parents who discouraged their daughters from becoming lawyers and scientists because those were male dominated fields? Would it be like the parent that doesn't think of themselves as racist, but would discourage their child from marrying someone with a different skin color because they know the racism and opposition that they will have to endure from society as a couple?
I don't know. I just know that I can't help her because I don't even know how to drive a tractor, let alone use one to pull a gravity wagon, let alone operate a combine. I am virtually clueless when it comes to markets and yields and moisture tests and using augers to load grain into bins.
But I knew that her younger two sisters and both of her cousins had gotten to ride along with my father-in-law in his combine this fall, as well as in tractors with various uncles and cousins. And I knew that she was due.
But we would be late. I lost track of time at school and had completely forgotten that I needed to pick her up from church after Confirmation class. I picked her up 20 minutes late. They told us that the men were working at the "upper place." I've lived here for nine years and I still don't remember where that is.
I drove into a field uphill from my in-law's farm. Empty, and bare. They were done here. Obviously, "upper" must not mean up-hill, it must mean East or North. I headed for another farm which I knew he rented, on the other side of the town's cemetery.
I didn't get to the end of the section, I turned North a mile too soon. It was dark and I only ever go there maybe twice a year.
When I had gotten half way up the lane I knew it was the wrong place because the combines were red instead of green.
I felt embarrassed and just started backing up instead of coming onto the place and turning around. That's when one wheel dipped onto the grass on the edge of the culvert and we were stuck. All we could do is spin, just like snow.
Fortunately the farmer had a chain and pulled us out. But, by the time we finally made it to the right bean field they were done.
So first Grace was scared because it was dark and we were lost and then stuck. Now she was ticked because she got gypped out of her ride with her Grandpa. I hate it when she cries. Oh well, there's sure plenty of corn to harvest, kid.
I just hope that either we can somehow give her what she'll need to make her dreams come true, or that she'll catch some other dream. Meanwhile, I wish I could afford a four-wheel drive vehicle and I should really consider asking for a GPS device for Christmas. And meanwhile she need to continue to work on her grades at school so that she can go to college someday, whether she ends up farming or not. One thing's for sure, I don't know beans about it.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The road home
I love living in Iowa This is the view on my daily commute. The above picture was taken through a pair of UV sunglasses, it pretty well worked like a polarizing photo filter. It's September afternoons like this that inspire poetry, but instead, I tried to capture the feelings in an image.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
One of the best things about summer
Charter Oak has pretty much the last LOCAL fair in Iowa. Before they go to the County Fair next week, 4H and FFA kids show their livestock and exhibit their projects down at the city park at. The Methodist Church cooks and sells home made pie, the Commercial Club sponsors BINGO and there's even a petting zoo with lamas. It's one of the best parts of small town living here in Iowa every summer.
Charter Oak Achievement Days continues to grow. Two more flagpoles were added as memorials next to the show ring, so that the American flag and the FFA flag are now flown along with the 4H flag. But a greater example of growth is that there were 30 more head of swine exhibited this year than last year. EmCee Lee Stence, CO-U Agriculture teacher, said that this was the most pigs and presenters that he'd seen in the past 15 years.
No tractor ride, pedal pull, horseshoe pitch or duck races and the bake sale auction and BBQ were moved to the Community Building on Main Street due to torrential rains Sunday morning that flooded the park. Charter Oak received almost 6 inches of rain between 8 AM and noon. The "lake" at the city park had to be pumped out to be ready for Monday morning.
July 12-16
Monday- Rabbits, Poultry, Sheep, and Swine
Tuesday- Dogs, Horses, and Cattle
Wednesday- 4H Style Show, Pride of Iowa and Talent presentations
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Our Hometown
Charter Oak will be featured in the "Our Hometown" segment of the KTIV evening news broadcast at 10 p.m. on June 14th and again on the morning show between 5-7 a.m.on June 15th. Citizens taking part were Don and Nadine Friedrichs, Ernie Poggensee, Janice Throckmorton, Nancy Rosburg, Chris Dale and Allen Staley.
If you miss it, next week (after June 14th) you can check out www.KTIV.com
and click on Hometown tab for a replay of the presentation regarding Charter Oak. It will be short, but always interesting to see what the TV people choose to use or edit out. The promo segments have been great - the arboretum was at the top of its glory.
If you miss it, next week (after June 14th) you can check out www.KTIV.com
and click on Hometown tab for a replay of the presentation regarding Charter Oak. It will be short, but always interesting to see what the TV people choose to use or edit out. The promo segments have been great - the arboretum was at the top of its glory.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
The Official Iowa State Song
Let's sing of Grand old I-O-Way, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
Our love is strong-er ev-'ry day, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
So come a-long and join the throng, Sev-'ral hun-dred thou-sand strong
As you come just sing this song, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
Our land is full of ripe-ning corn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We've watched it grow both night and morn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
But now we rest, we've stood the test. All that's good we have the best
I-O-way has reached the crest, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
Our love is strong-er ev-'ry day, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
So come a-long and join the throng, Sev-'ral hun-dred thou-sand strong
As you come just sing this song, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
Our land is full of ripe-ning corn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We've watched it grow both night and morn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
But now we rest, we've stood the test. All that's good we have the best
I-O-way has reached the crest, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land
Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way.
That's where the tall corn grows
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Looking West
After an 11 hour day in the middle of a difficult week, instead of staying on the highway, when you live in rural Iowa, you can take the gravel roads home, maybe even some dirt roads too, if they aren't too muddy. Nothing like a sunset on the prairie to soothe the nerves and quiet your mind. Once again, eat your hearts out, prisoners of city and suburb!Thursday, April 09, 2009
My morning commute
This was the scene between Charter Oak and Dunlap, along HWY L59 this week. Eat your hearts out, big city dwellers
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Morning Commute
Here's something you don't see on the LA freeway- That's right, driving a tractor AND talking on his cell phone. Of course that's probably safer than me trying to take a picture of it while I'm supposed to be driving. For my friends in Phoenix and California, they used to use CBs like truckers, so really it's probably not only safe but necessary. I still think it was funny. In Iowa we call these SMVs (Slow Moving Vehicles) as opposed to SUVs.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Pork Chop on a stick
| Category: | Barbecue & Grilling |
Ingredients:
8 6-ounce boneless pork loin chops, about 1 inch thick
1/2 cup bottled Italian dressing
Peanut oil
8 8 x 1/4-inch-thick wooden skewers or dowels
Honey mustard or BBQ sauce
Directions:
Place chops in a resealable plastic bag set in a shallow dish. Pour salad dressing over chops.; seal bag. Marinate in the refrigerator for 1 hour, turning bag occasionally. Preheat oil to 350° F. Drain chops, discarding marinade. Insert a wooden skewer into a short side of each chop. Fry the chops, half at a time, for 5 to 8 minutes or until 160° F. Maintain oil temperature around 350° F. Remove chops from hot oil and drain on wire racks. Serve chops with honey mustard.
8 6-ounce boneless pork loin chops, about 1 inch thick
1/2 cup bottled Italian dressing
Peanut oil
8 8 x 1/4-inch-thick wooden skewers or dowels
Honey mustard or BBQ sauce
Directions:
Place chops in a resealable plastic bag set in a shallow dish. Pour salad dressing over chops.; seal bag. Marinate in the refrigerator for 1 hour, turning bag occasionally. Preheat oil to 350° F. Drain chops, discarding marinade. Insert a wooden skewer into a short side of each chop. Fry the chops, half at a time, for 5 to 8 minutes or until 160° F. Maintain oil temperature around 350° F. Remove chops from hot oil and drain on wire racks. Serve chops with honey mustard.
Iowa Beef Sundae
| Category: | Meat & Seafood |
Ingredients:
1 package (17 ounces) refrigerated fully-cooked beef tips with gravy ( can substitute left over pot roast or browned hamburger)
1 package (24 ounces) refrigerated mashed potatoes
Toppings: Shredded cheddar cheese, dairy sour cream, cherry or grape tomatoes
Directions:
Heat beef tips with gravy according to package directions. Heat mashed potatoes according to package directions. Using ice cream scoop, place 2 scoops (about 1/3 cup each) mashed potatoes in each of 4 individual sundae cups or serving bowls. Divide beef tips evenly over potatoes in each dish. Sprinkle with cheese and top with dollop of sour cream, as desired. Place 1 tomato in center of each serving for a “cherry.”
1 package (17 ounces) refrigerated fully-cooked beef tips with gravy ( can substitute left over pot roast or browned hamburger)
1 package (24 ounces) refrigerated mashed potatoes
Toppings: Shredded cheddar cheese, dairy sour cream, cherry or grape tomatoes
Directions:
Heat beef tips with gravy according to package directions. Heat mashed potatoes according to package directions. Using ice cream scoop, place 2 scoops (about 1/3 cup each) mashed potatoes in each of 4 individual sundae cups or serving bowls. Divide beef tips evenly over potatoes in each dish. Sprinkle with cheese and top with dollop of sour cream, as desired. Place 1 tomato in center of each serving for a “cherry.”
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sweet Corn Salsa
| Category: | Appetizers & Snacks |
Ingredients:
1 c corn kernels, cooked
1 ripe papaya, peeled, seeded and cut into 1/4 dice
1/3 c diced red onion
2 ripe diced tomatoes,
1 1/2 ts minced garlic
1 tb grated lime zest
1/4 c Lime juice
1/3 c Chopped cilantro
Directions:
Any salsa is best when served fresh. If it isn’t convenient to make the salsa just before serving time, prepare and refrigerate all your ingredients ahead of time and toss together 15 minutes before serving. In a large bowl, combine all ingredients except cilantro. Toss together. Refrigerate, covered, for up to 2 hours. Just before serving, toss with cilantro.
1 c corn kernels, cooked
1 ripe papaya, peeled, seeded and cut into 1/4 dice
1/3 c diced red onion
2 ripe diced tomatoes,
1 1/2 ts minced garlic
1 tb grated lime zest
1/4 c Lime juice
1/3 c Chopped cilantro
Directions:
Any salsa is best when served fresh. If it isn’t convenient to make the salsa just before serving time, prepare and refrigerate all your ingredients ahead of time and toss together 15 minutes before serving. In a large bowl, combine all ingredients except cilantro. Toss together. Refrigerate, covered, for up to 2 hours. Just before serving, toss with cilantro.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Local Interest
It's about time I wrote about something other than politics, don't you think?
These pictures were part of the 4th of July weekend kick off to Charter Oak's 60th Anniversary Achievement Days 4H&FFA Fair and livestock shows- Charter Oak Achievement Days was featured in last month's Wallace's Farmer magazine! These parents and kids work SO hard to maintain this fantastic part of our community, they really deserve our appreciation. Thanks neighbors!
Just south of Charter Oak, a line of 36 tractors form a parade through the countryside on Sunday. COU student Aaron Baughman organized a tractor ride as a 4H project for this year's Achievement Days. The caravan left Charter Oak around 12:30 Sunday afternoon south on L51 to Nelson Park Road where they rode east to Dow City and took the Kenwood Highway back to Charter Oak. In spite of the heat and the price of gas, plenty of curious onlookers enjoyed a drive out into the country so that they could watch the long line of red, green, and several orange antique tractors cut through the hills.
These pictures were part of the 4th of July weekend kick off to Charter Oak's 60th Anniversary Achievement Days 4H&FFA Fair and livestock shows- Charter Oak Achievement Days was featured in last month's Wallace's Farmer magazine! These parents and kids work SO hard to maintain this fantastic part of our community, they really deserve our appreciation. Thanks neighbors!
Just south of Charter Oak, a line of 36 tractors form a parade through the countryside on Sunday. COU student Aaron Baughman organized a tractor ride as a 4H project for this year's Achievement Days. The caravan left Charter Oak around 12:30 Sunday afternoon south on L51 to Nelson Park Road where they rode east to Dow City and took the Kenwood Highway back to Charter Oak. In spite of the heat and the price of gas, plenty of curious onlookers enjoyed a drive out into the country so that they could watch the long line of red, green, and several orange antique tractors cut through the hills.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Lost Highway
Treasures found on a few walks on a chilly March day. See an entire gallery, including some gorgeous but dilapidated barns at http://tmal.multiply.com
Friday, February 22, 2008
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Harvest Maddness
There's nothing quite like autumn in Iowa, especially when the combines start to roll. See more 'Harvest Madness' pictures at http://tmal.multiply.com
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