Corn. Really?

imageWarren, Connecticut © Steven Willard

Warren is a small town, more a wide spot in the road, in Northwest Connecticut about six miles north of Lake Waramaug. It is largely surrounded by farm land that supports cows and corn, and is an attraction to New Yorkers with weekend houses, or those who just like to drive into the country to get away from The City for a bit. Perhaps somebody thought it necessary to put up the sign in case “city folks” didn’t know what corn looks like on the stalk.

Connecticut has had a love-hate relationship since forever, but I think that on the whole we benefit from from it. They provide a certain comic relief we would miss, but maybe that’s just me.

It was a beautiful sunny day yesterday, the start of Labor Day weekend. Today it’s cloudy with threat of thunderstorms and more tomorrow; tough on the parades planned.

I can’t promise this will be the last image of corn for the season, but for now, I don’t have any more images waiting to post.

Pentax K5IIs with kit zoom processed in Photoshop CS4 and Nik Viveza.

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2 comments on “Corn. Really?

  1. It’s so rare that a photograph can really convey a sense of humor, and a wry one at that. Thanks for making me laugh. On top of it, this is a very successful photograph in color and design too. And I’m still trying to get a picture of the corn fields that isn’t, well, corny.

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    • Well, it’s certainly rare for me. Seriously, I think it’s true because it isn’t something a person can “manufacture”, you just have to be in the right place at the right time and recognize it. Thanks.

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