Sun on the Silos

I live in a small rural town surrounded by corn in every direction. We're lucky enough to have a 2 lane highway that connects us to *EVERY WHERE ELSE* but we have to travel 9 miles on this 2 lane to get to the interstate.

On the way along the 2 lane to the interstate is corn. A LOT of corn. There's some beans, some barns, some farm implements, a few homesteads, and corn.

The corn is just now starting to really green up, tassel and be ready for working. It's been seriously delayed due to the massive flooding we had earlier this year. Every other year the corn has already been detasseled and is ready to go to the cribs, silos or elevators. This year, it's finally caught up to where it would have been in July and looks nice.

How the corn looks is pretty essential to our little community, where most of the families farm at least a little, and futures, trading and the weather are just as vital.

The rows always make me dizzy when I drive past them while watching the corn. Somehow something straight, simple and plain becomes a kaleidoscope, whirling past way too fast, with golden shoots arcing across at every opportunity.

I love the quiet in the early morning- I leave for work about 6:20 or so and I'm out with the farmers, truckers, teachers and other early risers. It's a pretty relaxed pace driving to the interstate.

The sun was rising a little low this morning, and the light was reflecting off one of the silos, showering me with orange and fire.

It was a beautiful morning, with the sun on the silos.