I find that my eye is continuously drawn towards the land on the margins of the natural world and civilization. Agriculture is where the intersection of human existence and the shifting rural landscapes meet. I seek the wisdom of my grandparents who relied entirely on the work of the land against the unknowable weather to inform their own existence. 

As I stand looking upon the tilled earth from the road or a ditch, I become aware of the distinction between the broken earth and myself. I am completely reliant on what it provides. I photograph with that knowledge, appreciating the curves and forms of the land that reluctantly exist after hundreds of agricultural years. Branches from nearby trees reach for the snow covered fields. A crop cover is reminiscent of a stream through the land. Native grasses such as big bluestem and sedge varieties grow around and through plastic barriers. Cut grasses form a mound at the edge of the woods, out of the way. 

My grandparents worked their land in the past and I now follow in their footsteps.  With my camera I look for the land in its past, present, and future. Impeded stream approaches the edge of where our known civilization and the agricultural world intersect.