'Corn wind in the Fall,
come off the black lands,
come off the whisper of the silk hangers,
the lap of the flat spear leaves.'
~ Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg is probably my favorite poet (his poems about Chicago and the Midwest),
and he just happens to have been born in the state of Illinois
and is of Swedish ancestry (both like me).
I found the above poem and thought it was fitting for these 2 pictures.
These were captured last weekend of Grace and Will walking in a nearby field.
Both are candids.
The first one of Grace surveying her surroundings.
The second one I shot East into the sun (it was about 8:00 am). I'm liking the haze
and sunflare very much. I have this little fear of shooting into the sun and I'm trying to overcome that.
Will picked up the corn stalk on his own to walk with, and I especially love how
he was looking at his sister.