With reflections and faint self-portrait thrown in for good measure.
I took this during a car ride back to Kansas from points north (Iowa or Wisconsin or Minnesota?) some years back. I love its stark desolation and almost-black-and-white. The dusting of snow just dots the tilled ground, and that lone tree…well, the Midwest in winter just feels like that, doesn’t it? A little defiant, a little elegantly barren, a little full of promise, a little forbidding.
I think I shot it out the car window, which I probably opened, because the reflections are from today’s copy, not in the original.
Photos of photos have history built into their layering. We all do.