Me, pausing in my hour-long trek around grassy fields that border cornfields for part of the way.
It’s been a while since I did a self-portrait for my picture of the day. The time felt right.
You might notice my furrowed brow. By this point, I’ve been walking by the decimated corn fields for a while. I’ve noticed the deep fissures in the parched soil. I’ve had the sound of the dead or dormant grass crunching in my ears, along with the hot winds. It wasn’t a fun experience. The land is dying from the heat. My frown is an expression of my soul. Saddened by the damage this prolonged drought is doing, wondering how many years it will take to recover.
I’ve got my Tilley wide-brimmed hat on my head, protecting me from the mid-day sun. I’m using two Leki trekking poles to provide stability and earn some slight additional calorie burn. I also notice my ever-present blue gel pen, my favorite color for a writing instrument, and one of my two favorite brands. I try to always have one with me, even when out for a walk.
Of course, I walk with my camera around my neck. Always ready for a photographic opportunity. Even when it’s just me and the corn field.