Sorghum

The day we harvested sorghum it did not matter if the sorghum grew on red or blue land. The cane was green, the community a rainbow of calloused hands and smiles. The sky voted for life, the sun for abundance, the sap for a sweet finish, its...

Fletcher Bridge

    West of Clarksburg, W.Va., a few miles off U.S. Route 50, is the Fletcher Covered Bridge. I first visited this bridge in April 2012 and scouted it as a location for a night-time, Night Crossings image. The opportunity arose in...