This is said with a heavy accent. Don’t ask (inside joke).
I have been to many states, but Iowa had not been one of them. That is, until Kindera extended an invitation to me. I agreed, lugging my travel gear and not knowing what was in store. She promised to model. I was game.
My travels took me to the family home (reminder: you are never too old to meet the parents). Which of course was bordered by farms (this was, after all, rural Iowa) and had tillable acreage as well. One look out the window and I knew this was a photographer’s paradise. At least this photographer. The sweeping landscape, the corn, the soy (beans), the light, the corn, the beans, the corn …
As fate would have it, though, I had only one day to shoot with strobe as the flash tube in my Quadra head went pop. Rut-ro.
That first evening, though, was memorable, and I was really feeling the environmental portrait possibilities:
These were taken from 2 different perspectives literally within feet of each other.
The landscape was wonderful and I shot many panoramic and landscape images as well:
This was the prairie all right – so different from Florida and yet in some respects the same. It was so appealing to me. I thought the beach had a breeze but this place has wind. Like Wind. And, as I discovered, Florida (and the rest of the Southeast) does not have a monopoly on violent thunderstorms, either. It’s interesting how insignificant I felt in the scheme of things, a feeling I’ve had with the energy and vastness of the ocean, matched here with the same feeling from the prairie. Two vastly different regions evoking that same feeling in me.
I just got back and have not been through all of the images. But even with my pocket camera (albeit a good one), I was able to record lots of memories together with lots of wonderful images.
For such a seemingly simple and consistent landscape, there was much variety. And photographic opportunities. I was a kid in a candy store.
This was an experience that I will remember forever, and a place I hope to return to. My hosts were gracious and I felt truly blessed. How humbling and at the same time what an uplifting experience.
Vacations – even short ones – can be working. And I worked. Yet it didn’t feel like work at all. This is what happens when you are doing what you love. With the people that you love.