One of the great things about traveling alone is that spur of the moment stops are acceptable to everyone in the car. As I cruised done I 80, I glanced to the right and noticed this pristine white church. My dad's voice whispered in my head, "take pictures of steeples." Summer 2007 was the last time he mentioned that idea. So, I pulled off the highway and chased a steeple. In an area surrounded by cornfields, I was drawn to the juxtaposition of the church in the background and the barn in the foreground. I drove and stopped several times in an attempt to get the best shot.
Upon reaching the church, I was struck by the interesting bell tower looming in the church yard. After many efforts, this is the best integrated view I could capture.
As I posed and contorted and manipulated the location of the leaves in order to evade the sun, men in farm trucks, Deere tractors and gigantic combines hestitated a slight second to consider what was so intriguing. A little piece of heaven in the the heartland of the US.
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