During a stereotypical lazy Sunday in mid-July, I struck out in my trusty coupe and drove down mainly gravel roads as I sought out the rural beauty and sights which, if seen on a daily basis, are often overlooked.
In my two hours of driving, I encountered only one town and that was only because my car’s gas tank was running a bit low.
In the less than fifty miles of driving, I encountered a few partially flooded farm fields, numerous shimmering and recently constructed grain bins, towering high voltage power lines, seemingly abandoned building sites which had seen better days and hundreds of thousands of acres of corn and soybeans.
There were large scale livestock operations which I know existed but had not seen on this scale before. There were corn and bean variety signs sporting the names of NK, Dekalb, Channel and others but strangely no Pioneer seed signs seen in my two hour excursion.
I also happened upon a meticulously maintained country cemetery nowhere near a church and without even a sign telling me of its name.
Without further ado, the photos from my recent mid-July excursion down the gravel roads of the greater Minnesota River valley area.
