A common site while traveling the U.S.I-80 across Nebraska and Iowa. ...A farm house barely visible and almost hidden by corn crops. This scene went on for what seemed like a thousand miles, with occasional black cows grazing in fields and giant white turbines spinning along the interstate. I wanted to capture this section of America that I did not know, the scattered farms, the endless corn fields. Seemed as if the graininess worked in my favor, preserving the mystery.