In case I never mentioned it, I fell in love with southeastern Nebraska some  years ago when I had occasion to visit there at least once a year.  I took this photograph on one of my first trips there.  I have recently been corrected by a Nebraska native that this is not a bale of hay, but a bale of straw.  Straw Bale.  Remember, I mostly grew up in New Jersey – so I graciously stand corrected!  I can remember standing in this spot just as though it was yesterday.  As it is with most of my photographs.  They are frequently accompanied by smells and sounds and memories.