The world does not need any sad images from me, but I was haunted all day by the miles and miles of  brown corn fields ruined by the hurricane and the rains afterward. This picture, like many of storms and bitter cold and rain, did not appear sad to me, but beautiful. To me, the barn stands for life and the fields for nature.

The farmers say mold swept through the cornfields after all the rain, and some of this corn can be mixed and preserved, much of it just to be chopped down and discarded. A disaster for many farmers, yet still, haunting. I got out of the car and I stood with the camera for a long time, and a farmer pulled up his truck behind me, and he got out and stood with me, and he did not need to ask me what I was doing or why. We both stood there, and I kept thinking, Fields Of Brown, Fields of Brown.