Today I was asked to look for "wild art." I'm still not sure what that means. Anyhow, I found these two guys with cowboy hats selling corn from a pickup truck so I stopped. While photographing them, Beck Diefenbach my co-photographer from the Chronicle, was across the street waving to me. Apparently while going to the Sycamore post office he'd seen the two guys with their cowboy hats too and had tried calling me to photograph them without even realizing that I was already there. It's all about the hats.
Today while driving out in the boonies I found a group of workers dusting crops with a helicopter. The pilot, who previously flew for the military, would land on top of a truck as the ground guys would quickly refill the fungicide and fuel about every ten minutes. Only a few days earlier I tried to photograph an airplane dusting crops with little success so this was a nice surprise. I stuck around for an hour or so since the workers gave me access to shoot whatever I wanted. Cameras make for a great ambassador sometimes.
It's pretty miserable outside right now. Very warm and way too humid. I had to find a weather feature today and I decided to head north to Genoa where they have a public pool. Growing up, if a pool had a diving board that was awesome, nowadays if a pool doesn't have a water slide it's just not cool.
Yesterday, Newark, Ill. ended their week long celebration for their 175th anniversary with a parade and many other activities in and around their downtown area. This was my sixth year that I have witnessed the festivities first hand. According to an old wise man who grew up in Newark, but now currently resides in Chicago, this year was by far the largest turnout.
