It seems to mirror my own understanding of how families live so different from each other, even upon the same homeland. Iowa hosts some of these same variations, but it seems that somehow a trace of similarity runs through everyone in Iowa. Or, perhaps it is my own increasing age that causes me to see more similarities. Regardless, these Great Plains farming states are my spirit's home and the rural landscape calls me.

My own childhood home is now abandoned and dilapidated. I am drawn to capture the images of others like this place fighting the struggle against the forces assaulting the Great Plains farming culture.
I wonder, though...
...why these abandoned and decaying houses that dot the landscape call to me.
I am not looking for ghosts; and while some places have left me unsettled, most do not. Most places cause me to wonder about the people that lived, worked, played, fought, loved, and left these homes.
Am I looking, then, for similarities or differences from what I know life was like in my own, now-abandoned home?
Perhaps I'm asking you, because I don't know.