Some people love the wooded landscapes of mountains, or the Adirondacks, some love the sea. The farm landscape is the one I love, its open spaces, rolling fields, creaky old barns and changing seasons. Every autumn I look for what I call the autumn dance, the ballet between the tractors and trucks harvesting the corn, driving long fields perfectly in sync, in harmony, and you can smell winter just behind.

Looking at this field, I take a deep breath, I close my eyes, I have been watching for this dance all week, ever since I heard the tractors out in the fields, saw the sileage blowing in the wind, waiting for my shot. Today I got it, and it reminded me of the autumn dance, to stop, take a deep breath, remember what life is about.