




Spent a few minutes this past weekend rummaging about the multitude of image folders plagued with dust and left delinquent in the almost forgot you existed sector of my laptop. In retrospect, these feel overtly girlish, and the fact that I’m actually wearing ballerina flats outside the realms of my usual comfort zone is almost strange. But I love the sense of balance created by cornfields, heavy metal silos, and a variety of shamelessly dilapidated elements that make the location such an amazing part of each shot.
