On the backroads just outside Council Bluffs. A farmer in a pickup truck drove by and waved right before I took this, kicking up a temporary storm of gravel dust, which wafted through the background. Nice guy. Not a bad way to start the day.
This photograph is dedicated to the mysterious midnight workers who conspire with Mother Nature to leave abandoned, character-rich log cabins and ramshackle old barns out in the middle of nowhere for me to find during approaching storms. I cannot thank you guys enough.
I reintroduced myself to Bear Lake a few weeks ago after a brief falling-out in 2010. I realize now that it was me, not her. I smartened up this time and approached her with fresh eyes. I'm guessing that next time will be even better.