The foggiest of mornings, it was 'divine rain'. That is, even while sitting still and 'soaking in' the morning's atmosphere, one collected droplets of water. It was the most bizarre yet wonderful precipitation I've experienced. I decided to wait until it let up, as even a highlighter yellow jacket doesn't cut fog this thick.
Light fog persists along the rural roads north of Monona.
The broad side of a barn. Material detail. The marbled reds + creams of the metal cladding were extraordinarily compelling.
I am continuously mesmerized by the way lines traverse a sloped terrain. The art of farming is readily manifest in its planting patterns.
View of distant bell tower (right center) amidst canopy line and rolling hills.
Composition. Tension wires like enlarged rain drops striking the earth.
Advertisement for a hunting farm just outside of Calmar, Iowa.
Rolling gravel roads. Equally challenging up + down. Down for the focus on descent line to avoid slippage; up for similar reasons (straight ascent line) plus extra effort to offset the slippery gravel substrate.
Planting pattern.
Now that is a 'tree-fort'!
That one may never tire of smiling.
The windmill.
Drying out. 'Bluffin' it' at R campground in Charles City, Iowa. The campgrounds were nicely maintained, and I was fortunate enough to get a high spot (relative to other grounds) perched at a 160 degree bend (ie - panoramic) in the Cedar River.
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