Fields

They are oceans. Don’t you think? If you’ve ever been in the upper midwest of the US, like Dakotas, Minnsesota or Wisconsin, you’ve seen it too. The winds dance across endless wheat or corn or beans. If a boat would only float across them.

At every moment it can change character; a blank canvas unto itself. Depending on the season, the time of day, the angle of perspective, an inspiration to capture. What’s over those hills? Behind that tree line? Beyond that horizon?

Can I share another memory with you? My dad drove an 18-wheeler. I joined him during summer breaks from school. Criss-crossing the country, my eyes absorbed it all – from the saddle of a Kenworth. I’ll never forget how impressively high was my vantage point of a cabover big rig. Like riding an elephant. I could see for 30 miles to the earth’s curve. I was thunderstruck and in complete euphoria to witness this amazing place we call America.

1. Scroll down
2. Click a painting
3. Join the journey!