Monday, August 13, 2007

Iowa: Fields of Opportunities

It may as well be called the corn corridor. I don't know how else to explain it. Hundreds of miles, hours at a time, whizzing by corn fields. Corn, corn, corn, far reaching to the horizon line. Both sides of the road. For hours. I could barely wrap my head around the amount of corn that I saw. This may sound corny, but there was so much of it and it got so bad that I could identify the differences and similarities between different types of corn. Yes, there are lots and lots and lots of different types of corn. At least 50 that I saw.

5 comments:

Jen said...

I love that you counted the different types of corn (and made a funny corn pun!)

Livs said...

Once, Deb had a boyfriend who told her that her breath smelled like corn.

These things just come to me Jamie... You are my muse.

Caroline said...

Yep.. the great state of Iowa.. I got to live by one of these hundred million mile corn fields for three years.. waahooo!

p.s. it was so fun to meet you the other night!

ali said...

I've always wanted to see the corn corridor. :(

Maybe next time?

whit said...

I once slept in a corn field. It was a really bad night and not so good of a morning.