Field of Dreams
Arkansas Rice Field
When we lived in Stuttgart, AR I had a 60 mile one way commute three day each week to Little Rock. I would pass these fields and be inspired by their stark beauty and wonder whose field of dreams this was? The farmer who planted and nurtured his crop. His children who would hopefully benefit from his labors. The company who would buy, mill and sell the rice to other businesses or was it just me, the one who got to see the beauty in these fields. I guess it was everyone's who came in contact with the field. Each could take away a part of the field in their dreams.
I think it's this way with many people. One may plant the seeds for his dream but others may also enjoy the fields that grow from these seeds.
I am making a new effort to see and enjoy the beauty of the simple in life. Hopefully I can capture some of this in my photos and share his with others while I still can.
I know I'm never going to have millions of dollars or invent some fantastic creation. I know I'll never be a professional photographer but I can share what I think represents simple beauty.