During the first eighteen years of my life I lived on a Great Plains farm. It is not until the more recent twenty years that I have appreciated spring and fall, the between seasons. You see, on a livestock farm in the Great Plains states, spring and fall are muddy. Summer is generally dry and winter is frozen. Chores during these months may be hot or cold but they are not muddy. While chores were rarely pleasant, muddy chores were even less so.
As an adult, I love fall and spring most.
Though, as I wander along the gravel roads seeking farmhouses whose portraits I may capture, I am reminded of the mud from the springs and autumns of my childhood. This mud stood between me and a true appreciation of the Great Plains rural history I would find later in my life.
Though right now in Iowa we certainly feel stuck between seasons, I appreciate this early spring and the late fall time during which this photograph was taken, even with the mud.