Not your typical Iowa landscape! The Loess Hills of Western Iowa are full of scenic roads and trails like this one. This was taken just south of my hometown of Glenwood, Iowa.
A field of purple Blazingtars at sunset. The dark clouds in the background resemble mountains - closest thing to mountains we’ll get in Iowa!
In the serene ambiance of an Iowa barn, an old John Deere tractor sits in silent repose, its iconic green paint softened by the passage of time. Sunlight streams through an open door, casting patterns of light and shadow across the age-worn metal. This tractor, once the heartbeat of daily farm operations, now rests quietly amidst tools and memories, a testament to years of hard work and dedication to the land. Its presence speaks of early mornings, long days, and the satisfaction of a job well done, embodying the spirit of Midwestern heritage. Despite its stillness, the tractor carries an aura of readiness, as if waiting for the moment it will roar back to life and once again traverse the fields. This image captures not just a piece of machinery, but a symbol of resilience, tradition, and the enduring bond between the earth and those who cultivate it.
In the serene ambiance of an Iowa barn, an old John Deere tractor sits in silent repose, its iconic green paint softened by the passage of time. Sunlight streams through an open door, casting patterns of light and shadow across the age-worn metal. This tractor, once the heartbeat of daily farm operations, now rests quietly amidst tools and memories, a testament to years of hard work and dedication to the land. Its presence speaks of early mornings, long days, and the satisfaction of a job well done, embodying the spirit of Midwestern heritage. Despite its stillness, the tractor carries an aura of readiness, as if waiting for the moment it will roar back to life and once again traverse the fields. This image captures not just a piece of machinery, but a symbol of resilience, tradition, and the enduring bond between the earth and those who cultivate it.
A view of the Shattering Silence sculpture outside of the Iowa Supreme Court building overlooking downtown Des Moines, Iowa.
John Deere logo stamped on an antique planter touched by frost on a crisp fall morning.
Grain bin site through some tall grass in central Nebraska.
An old boiler in the basement of a historic building in Glenwood, Iowa.
Texas isn’t the only place you can find Longhorns!
A sign from my Grandpa Reinert’s hog farm in southwest Iowa.
A sign from my Grandpa Reinert’s hog farm in southwest Iowa.
An overlook of Glenwood, Iowa.
Made in the USA stamp on an old vice.
A weathered old barn in southern Mills County, Iowa.
A silhouette of an old barbed wire fence on a cold, rainy day.
An abstract black and white of an old chainsaw chain.
A weathered Chief logo on an old grain bin in southwest Iowa.
The Loess Hills of Southwest Iowa are filled with these gravel roads lined with trees. The rising sun on this perfect fall morning was hitting these trees to perfectly backlight the trees as the leaves were just starting to change color.
The John Deere logo stamped on a John Deere 4010.
This sign was hand painted for the pond on his farm outside of Glenwood, Iowa.
A newborn Druoc piglet.
A weathered Stormor logo on a grain bin on a farm in Southwest Iowa.
The sign at the jewelry store that my grandparents have owned and operated since the early 1970’s in my hometown of Glenwood, Iowa.
Windmills have become an iconic fixture in the skyline of Iowa.
“Is this Heaven? No, it’s Iowa.” A view overlooking the pasture at my grandparents’ farm in Southwest Iowa.
