Im getting used to the weather changes out here being so dramatic when they come along. When the seasons begin to change it isn’t delayed or casually sporadic. It comes in and it stays, seemingly with no backing out, like a nail hammered into the wood and the weather continues to pound the nail in more every day. On this day I experienced the hammer in full affect. The grey skies and heavy fog led way to visions of black and white photography as I sought a minimalist goal, subjectively hunting trees, silos, empty farm roads and corn stocks. The occasional color image made its way in today, holding their own ground and bringing a vibrance that stands out to the rest of the images. It was the moody black and whites that sank in with me on this day though. There wasn’t an animal to be seen and there was maybe one or two passersby’s as I was isolated in the middle of nowhere, alone, not even accompanied by wind. Images are in order from when they were shot.