Category: Rural
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I come from the land of corn, wheat, and soybeans. When I travel I relish in seeing fields full of things I don’t expect. I was driving my uncle to a medical appointment that day. He chuckled as I stopped the car to shoot these. (Skagit Valley, Washington, 2017)
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Each time I was on Ometepe, something interfered with my ability to complete the hike across the Maderas volcano. After a while it became more annoying than anything else. The night we completed the hike was lovely. I also remember I had a student who thought it was important for me to complete the hike…
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Traffic was slow on the mountain that day as cars and trucks maneuvered around this hazard. This was not a small deal because the drop-off was right there and it was steep. We took our turn and went by, but the questions linger: What happened? How did this all work out? How often does this…
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I was in Socorro to visit the Trinity Test Site. I needed a good and early breakfast and this place had all the earmarks of a great place to eat–including the local law enforcement catching their breakfast. I still remember the huevos racheros con salsa verde, (Socorro, New Mexico, 2005)
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I was out to lunch with an old friend who commented on how brave he thought I was to drive the camp bus on the trips to Mackinac. At the time, I thought nothing of it–now I think he has a point. (Gaylord, Michigan, 1984)
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When I was doing field work in the Superstition Mountains, I tried to arrange my work schedule so I could have lunch here. One of my standards for a Mexican restaurant is that they serve menudo. Even if you don’t like it, it is a good litmus test for the whole menu being good. This…
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Eating is an important part of traveling. Often the food is good. Sometimes the surroundings are exceptional. The sky had cleared. The sun was warm. Lunch overlooking the Sound was just the thing. (Iona, Scotland 2018)
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This has always been one of my favorite travel photos of me. It was coming up on a lovely evening, the mountains were beautiful. (Uttarakhand, India, 2009)
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My Great Aunt Agnes was born and passed away on this farm. She was probably in her early 80s when this was taken. She taught me a lot about strength. She did have a dryer–not sure why wasn’t using it. I didn’t take this photo, but I found it in my mother’s things. She might…
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This was one of the last harvests before my mother sold the farm. The big rolls of straw await pickup (Ann Arbor, Michigan, 1990)
Lighted Spaces and Landscapes 