This post really doesn't have much to do with Wagner Farm but I thought that I would put it on anyway. The pictures were taken on my last trip home. I grew up on a farm in the southwest corner of Iowa. To us, and many farmers, the land is more than just dirt. When something has been in the family for generations it becomes part of you. To touch the same land that your great grandfather's father worked links you to their story and binds one to the family like nothing else. I snapped these pictures after driving the entire night to get home. As I was passing close to our farm the sun was just starting to break across the eastern rim of the river valley that makes up the home place. Despite being very tired and my desire to speed on I just had to stop and watch the sun come up. For an occurrence that happens every single day it was still amazing.
