The Softness of the Land
In the stillness of the Palouse, the wheat stretches for miles blanketing the soft rolling hills. I drive for hours on gravel roads, almost never seeing a human. It is a magical place. There is literally nothing to photograph. Hundreds of miles of sameness, groomed fairways, endless rolling hills of wheat. I drive the dirt roads for hours seeing nothing to photograph. It demands creativity, a different way of looking and seeing. I wait until I am compelled to stop, to get out of the car, to see something in the nothing, and capture it, always wondering if I'm crazy.
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