It’s an odd feeling to drive a narrow road between two cornfields with the sea of green stalks rising up over you. Almost overnight the corn in the fields is taller than the car, almost taller than me.
The line of trees in the distance rises up out of the corn, but looks like it’s lifting itself up to clear the stalks.
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The clear light of fall afternoons creates strong patterns of light and dark, sunlight and shadows.
This small stand of trees is the only one along this stretch of Minervaville Road. In spite of their small size they cast long low shadows across the road and over into the soy bean fields on the other side.
Just beyond, the huge expanse of fields is brilliantly lit, flooded with orange, gold autumn light.
The shadows below the trees are deep purple, casting patterns of violet and gold that say fall to me as much as the changing colors of the leaves.