We had only a few nights in our old hometown of Hayward, Wisconsin, so only a limited number of sunset opportunities. On the first evening I had a decent shot planned, only five minutes from our daughter’s home. It was OK, but nothing special. But across the field I saw an old barn standing silently in the midst of a flourishing cornfield. It didn’t look very accessible, but it was worth a try.
The next evening, our son-in-law Ben showed me the way. There was a private access road through a field that put us into a perfect position. The sky was enticing, with puffy clouds starting to gather in the pink tint of the sunset while the tassels lit up in in a golden glow. It was a quintessential midwestern scene, an old barn with its weathered siding catching the evening light low on the horizon.