mother of corn!

sometimes things happen in wisconsin. more often than not they don't.

so you play in cornfields.





there's this field in wisconsin...





kind of familiar? alittle brighter, life's in color again.




occasionally it's comforting to be home and still strange to see the things that never registered when you saw them everyday. then you realize that the environment you were so steeped in is actually a world of oddities to anyone else. maybe that's a poignant universal truth... or maybe my family is actually comprised of a bunch of nutjobs.