Maybe it’s my upbringing, but I think farming is one of the most picturesque things. I love the perfect rows of crops, the geometry of the fields, the shapes, and the colors. There’s just something simple and charming about it. Even the weeds are obligingly pretty. Chad thinks I’m a bit crazy. Maybe I am, but think them lovely.

Last time I was in Idaho I ran across the road from the house and took a couple of pictures as the sun was going down. I love the golden wheat field in the background and the way everything looks and feels. I wish that the pivot had been on, but since the hay had already been cut, that obviously wasn’t going to happen. I’ll have to wait until the next crop is almost ready to cut for that photo.