This May Sound Corny..........

 

"Stately mansion and hut forlorn,
All are hidden by walls of corn.

All wide the world is narrowed down
to the walls of corn, now sere and brown.
 What do they hold - these walls of corn
whose banners toss on the breeze of morn...."

From "Walls of Corn" by   Ellen P. Allerton

 

I love corn, every year I end up in someone's cornfield with a camera. Could spend all day seeing things to shoot.  There are so many textures, the shucks and stalks twist and bend in so many ways.

Always wait to shoot when they are dried and golden. Like an old man's

lined and weathered face, full of character, a touch of sadness. Their season almost over.