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.